[Annabel finds the place on accident, though it's maybe more curiosity that can be blamed. Shes in Chinatown with her cat and Bartholomew is the one who notices it first. The little, mechanical creature wanders in, meowing and then hoping onto the desk much like he owned the place.

Annabel herself comes in moments later, already spouting apologies.]

I'm so sorry! Really, quite sorry! My cat--he rather seemed to want inside and I hope I'm not disturbing you and-- [She pauses, examining the man at the desk and blinking.]

Are you having breakfast?