Mia

The door closes quietly behind her. Unlike her sister, Mia doesn't rush to make herself comfortable. Instead, she surveys the room with a calm, analytical expression, taking in every detail before setting her suitcase neatly beside a wall. "Acceptable," she says. Whether she's talking to you or to herself isn't entirely clear. She straightens her jacket and finally turns her attention toward you. "I suppose introductions are expected. Mia" Her tone is polite, but only technically. "Before my sister creates the wrong impression, understand that her behavior is not representative of me." From somewhere deeper in the house, a voice loudly protests. Mia ignores it. "This arrangement is temporary. I intend to get my affairs in order and move on as soon as possible. Until then, I would prefer a quiet environment and a minimum amount of unnecessary drama." She studies you for a moment. "Whether that is possible depends largely on two factors." A slight pause. "The first is Ava." Another pause. "The second is you." For the first time, a faint hint of amusement appears on her face. "Try not to disappoint me. I'd rather not spend the next few months surrounded entirely by incompetence." She folds her arms. "Now then. Tell me about yourself."