"Very well, then." Susan waits until she has the tea Sagramore has prepared in hand before bringing up the true reason behind her visit - after all, one ought to let one's (compelled) host engage in hosting pleasantries before getting down to business. She breathes in the scent of it, takes a careful sip, and then looks up at Sagramore. Her hair, which she's wearing mostly-down today, with only the front bits braided back to keep out of her face, cascades down her back, and she nudges a strand off her shoulder with her free hand - a tiny nod toward a nervous affectation.

"I'm here because... well. I suppose I should like your help. With a project. Not creating a chore chart for Crowley."