Home can be such a subjective thing, Cinna knows. As he can't return to his own home, he tries to make the best of wherever he is. There really is no alternative at the moment. He's glad to help others in that vein of thought. He's glad to help people make the best of this place, even if they're stuck here against their will, even if they have a home they can return to.

When he sees the new face enter the shop, he allows her some time to look on her own. You can tell a lot about a person by what fashion they gravitate toward. Only when she's lingering in one place for some time does he set his things aside and go to find her. She's by one of the elegant gowns he's fashioned. Cinna loves that piece for the amount of work he put into it, the amount of care he put into each stitch, each embellishment. Cinna pours his heart into his work.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" He says, hands held together behind his back. Today Cinna is in a pair of slacks, dress shirt and fitted vest. His eyes are lined with gold. His nails painted black and gold. "I don't think we've met. I'm Cinna." He nods his head in a respectful greeting.