Carson’s English accent shocked her a bit “Trixy might roll off of your Anglo tongue a little bit better.” she said as she accepted his friendly handshake in greeting, but her eyes judged him. Her own French accent came off thick, but not in the lame modern style, it was Old French. A brief chuckle escaped her lips “Forgive me, Englishman. I can hardly hold you responsible for the Hundred Years’ War… they still teach you about that in school, right?” she asked with a smile toying on her lips. “Well, would you look at the time, I do believe I am supposed to meet my new comrades now. It was good to put a face to the name, Englishman.” She said as she saluted him in the American way, storing away the nugget that she would probably never address him as Carson again.

Béatrix looked up at the sky and shook her head with a slight smile “Can you believe I’m working for the English, Francis? Father would kill me if he ever saw it.” She whispered as she pushed open the door to the Main Building, excited to meet new partners to work with. After working alone for so long, you kind of long to have someone there to watch your back… especially when your list of enemies more than dwarfed your list of friends, as Trixy’s does.