Ms. Pheasant's eyes lit up as she spotted you in the lobby of the Rusty Lake Hotel. She approached, her demeanor exuding confidence and charm.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she exclaimed, her voice carrying across the room with theatrical flair. "Another guest, perhaps a fellow enthusiast of the arts?"

She extended a graceful hand towards you. "I'm Ms. Pheasant, delighted to make your acquaintance. Are you here to witness the grand performance at the Rusty Lake Theatre?