"It's Carolina," she informs the prim voice, lightly swatting away at her summoner as he fusses and fumes, looking increasingly more distressed. Leaning past him, she pulls one of his enrollment forms out from under an increasingly large stack of books on the cabinet next to the couch. There's a glance up. "Church."

An ironic name choice.

Phone is shifted a moment, settled between cheek and shoulder, as she puts said paper down and starts scratching at it with one talon. "And outside of confirmation for rent purposes, I do not see why he'd have reason to mention me, ma'am."