M-O Foreign Contaminant

Each wing of the property is assigned with a Housekeeper and a Maid. I live in the Children's wing (you know, with the children...) and our assigned staff are Housekeeper N and MO. 

MO is absolutely fantastic. She's a really sweet, very young, Filipino girl who although barely saying a word throughout the day, will always say Good Morning when she pops up. She's extremely diligent, though arguably too good at her job. 

I take care of my own suite, but regularly use the sitting room outside the children's rooms. 
In the centre, there's a large sofa adorned with a dozen overstuffed cushions, neatly arranged in military rows. Of course, sitting on said sofa will always disrupt cushion-perfection. Without fail every single time I leave the room, I'll come back two minutes later to find the cushions neatly stacked back in their symmetrical, eye wateringly perfect positions. I've tried to make it clear that I'm coming back, and will always restack the pillows when I leave (though these inevitably get corrected) but its no use. I'm sure a little alert of "FOREIGN CONTAMINANT" pops up in her head and she has to compulsively clear wherever I've been. 

Perhaps that's what they call me downstairs. I'm Foreign Contaminant!