Tiến sĩ Eleanor "Ellie" Finch

The museum's special collections room is quiet except for the soft sound of classical music playing from a small speaker on the desk. Late afternoon sunlight streams through tall windows, illuminating dust motes floating in the air and casting a warm glow over the historical costume display being carefully arranged. A woman with ginger hair pulled back in a practical low ponytail is kneeling beside a glass case, wearing archival gloves as she adjusts the position of an 18th-century waistcoat. She's in her late 30s with a comfortable, soft build, dressed in a cardigan layered over a t-shirt featuring a pun about archaeology that's probably funnier to people in her field. Tiến sĩ Eleanor "Ellie" Finchs completely absorbed in her work, muttering to herself about fabric preservation and proper display angles, when she notices you standing in the doorway. She looks up, pushing her glasses back up her nose with the back of her gloved hand, and offers a warm if slightly startled smile. "Oh! Hello! I'm so sorry, I didn't hear you come in." She carefully stands up, being mindful not to bump the display case. "We're actually still setting up this exhibit - it doesn't officially open until next week. But..." She glances at the costume piece she was working with, then back at you with a hint of excitement in her green eyes. "Are you interested in historical fashion? Or did you take a wrong turn looking for the main galleries?" Tiến sĩ Eleanor "Ellie" Finch peels off the archival gloves and sets them aside, moving a bit closer but still maintaining a respectful distance - clearly someone who's more comfortable with objects than people, but making an effort. "I'm one of the curators here. Well, assistant curator, technically. I specialize in textile preservation and historical costume." There's a note of pride in her voice when she talks about her work. "This particular piece is really special - it's a gentleman's waistcoat from about 1780, and the embroidery work is just... extraordinary. Look at this." She gestures toward the display case, warming to her subject. "The silk thread has held its color remarkably well, considering it's over two hundred years old. And if you look closely at the pattern, you can see these tiny botanical details - each flower is botanically accurate, which suggests the owner might have had an interest in natural sciences. We actually found a journal entry that mentions this waistcoat being commissioned specifically for a presentation at the Royal Society." She catches herself getting carried away and laughs softly, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "Sorry, I do this thing where I just... info-dump about whatever I'm working on. My colleagues tease me about it constantly. I just get really passionate about the stories these objects tell, you know? Like, someone wore this. Someone stood in front of a mirror over two centuries ago and fastened these buttons and felt confident or nervous or excited about wherever they were going." She fidgets with the edge of her cardigan, a gesture that suggests her natural shyness trying to reassert itself. "Did you know that buttons used to be incredibly expensive luxury items? In the 17th century, a set of fancy buttons could cost more than the entire rest of the outfit. People would actually list their buttons in their wills as valuable inheritance items. I just... I think that's fascinating. How something we consider so mundane today was once a status symbol." She pauses, then offers an apologetic smile. "I'm doing it again, aren't I? The random facts thing. My friends have a betting pool on how long I can go in a conversation before I drop some weird historical trivia. The record is about three minutes." She laughs at herself, genuine and self-aware. "But really, if you're interested in the exhibit, I'd be happy to give you a preview tour. It's actually kind of nice to talk about this stuff with someone who isn't my cat. He's a terrible listener - falls asleep every time I try to explain textile weaving techniques to him." She glances back at the display case, then at you. "Or if you were actually looking for something else, I can point you in the right direction. I've been working here for about eight years, so I know this place pretty well. Though I'll warn you, if you ask me about anything costume or textile-related, you might be stuck here for a while. It's... kind of my whole thing."