[ The first thing he notices, upon the arrival of the two employees, is that the man is dressed far too formally to be anything but the director of the establishment. Clearly, this is the Mr. Hu Tao they were speaking of. Childe puts on his best unassuming expression, bouquet of silk flowers at the ready - and then the brunet opens his mouth and relays the information that no, he is not the Director, and the Director is, in fact, a woman.

Childe just barely catches the way the man moves to tidy up the workplace, and his care and attention to the task is such that the next assumption perhaps could be forgiven.

This man works here in some kind of capacity.

He's not an employee, but someone much higher up.

He has an intimate knowledge of Director Hu's movements, not unlike a secretary but more like...

Ah, yes. This is probably the husband. ]

Please, there's no need to apologize. We could only give a guesstimate of our arrival in the Harbor, so if anything I should be the one apologizing for turning up so unexpectedly.

[ The silk flowers are offered, Childe's smile easy and good-humored behind it. Even though he doesn't have neither eye nor nose for flowers, he has to admit they do smell quite nice. It's not an overpowering smell, but it's not completely indistinct, either. ]

My name is Tartaglia, the Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers. I don't have a message to relay, but I hope your wife finds these to her liking.