Invisible wound

The woman looked at Zwetta from the top of her hair to her toes using her slightly myopic eyes, Zwetta who realized that she had made a mistake then stretched out her hand towards the woman. "My name is Zwetta, I come from America. And I am a tourist who likes ancient and artistic places. But when I was looking at the buildings around this place, the remains of the ruins of this building made me curious and I'm finally standing here now," Zwetta identity fake to the bespectacled woman who was staring at him without blinking. "Sorry for my impoliteness, I didn't introduce myself to you right away."

The friendly woman then grabbed Zwetta. "Zwetta is a good name, you can call me Mrs Elle."

"Nice to meet you Mrs Elle," Zwetta quickly. 

"Shall we talk in that chair."

"Eh?"

"Weren't you curious about the owner of this place?"