"Lawan Shinawatra," says Trowa -- conversationally, but pitched for X rather than for the lady in question. She's focused on them now, and is giving Trowa a look of habitually dubious inquiry. Mrs. Shinawatra does not truck with nonsense, and finds it best to make sure everyone remembers this by acting as if she always suspects some time-wasting afoot.

"She handles a lot of the routine administration. The box office is part of that."

Other people also take their turns there, but she rules it with an iron fist.

"Mrs. Shinawatra," he greets her when she's nearer, and takes a few steps closer.

Trowa is capable of politeness, when he wants to bother.

"I've got a friend in town for the day. Can I get two seats?"