“Pleasure to meet you Mr Gunhammer.” Davina nodded, once again, politely and formally. “I’ve been working here for just under a month now, but I can safely say that money from investors has been used quite wisely in the ever continuing fight against Unlawful Unnaturals of which the brave men and women here attend to daily.” Davina spoke with well-practiced professionalism, she also wondered how she might’ve fared in the marketing division of RBUC.

While James Gunhammer said he hadn’t seen her around she had certainly seen him flittering about the different areas of RBUC reporting to the higher ups for missions and such. The other staffers thought quite highly of him as well going on about the rousing, if at times improbable, adventures he had had ruffians he had deained in his time.

“I hope you do not find me rude.” She began, finding this gentleman rather fascinating. “But you are…Irish? No.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the left slightly in thought. She recognised that accent, her parents had invited over another gentlemen with the same accent that one time when she was younger. “American.” She opened her eyes with a triumphant lift of her chin, proud with herself to not only identify the accent but remember something from such a long time ago. “Am I correct?”