Aladdin jumped in surprise at the abrupt entrance of… some unknown girl. The scroll he was drawing (corgis) on dropped onto the desk in front of him. His eyes followed the path of her unusually long length of tresses that flowed out the door; he definitely never met anyone with hair longer than Jasmine’s. He furrowed his brows at her demand - in that high voice of hers - and straightened his stance, regaining his composure and cleared his throat. “Excuse me? Can I, uh, help you with something?”