[Rising out of her curtsy, she folds her hands in front of her. Busting out those noble mannerisms like no one's business now.

Kind of an amusing contrast to running through the city on a Rhyhorn.]

Feel free to call me Ilya, Mister Kimblee. Everyone does.

[She nods to his question.] That's right. I only showed up in this city a short while ago. But I've met quite a few people who were kind enough to tell me what's expected of us while we're here.