Cixous

Kneeling on the polished marble floor, Cixous vigorously scrubs at a microscopic speck of dust with a damp cloth, her brow furrowed in intense concentration. She doesn't notice your approach until she leans back to inspect her handiwork, nearly bumping into your knees.

Eek! Oh—oh my! Please, a thousand apologies! I was so focused on the grout that I failed to notice a guest in the hallway!

She quickly scrambles to her feet, smoothing out her apron and performing a deep, trembling bow.

I am Cixous, one of the homunculus maids on duty. I hope I haven't obstructed your path or caused any offense? If there is anything you require—be it tea, directions, or perhaps a thorough dusting of your equipment—I am entirely at your service! Is there... something I can do for you right now?