At first, his hesitation had made Cami fear The worst. He understood that she was inexperienced now and she could almost read in his face his understanding that she would most likely fail. But before she could square her jaw and lift her chin in defiance, his response came, catching her off guard slightly. But his agreement to help eventually coaxed a wide smile onto her face, Crinkling up the corners of her eyes in a similar way as she remembered her grandfather doing. "sounds like the start of a good working relationship." She said, finally sliding her purse off of her shoulder and setting it on top of the box she had placed on the table. "but please, don't call me ma'am. That just makes me feel old. You can call me Camilla, or Cami. I don't think I ever caught your name." She stepped forward, offering a hand.