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Paid by... Arrogance. The sheer arrogance of him. She bit her tongue a little bit, even with the matter of her secret brought up. No need to make the fact he found his ability- if that was even true, repulsive... Nonetheless, the good lady stepped forward in order to clear things up, and she had been right. Pathetic logic be damned, she had known who it was using her own brain cells thank you very much. His tone of voice shifted, and a younger man with hair more like a modern art exhibition slumped down into his chair. The fact that Eve commented about [i]his own observations[/i] made her a tad more nervous, but she breathed out slowly.

Surface level- How positively Machiavellian of him. Mention secrets, drag the one thing that people didn't want known to the surface, and then he could read it as if it was the darkest depths. The pink elephant conundrum weaponized by a mind reader. How [i]fantastic.[/i] That being said, just because the pearl-clad lady had an odd son didn't mean that she wasn't still interest in continuing. She was more than willing to work for this lady- a paycheck whilst she continued to work on what she had always wanted anyway?

Then another round of things being cleared up. The Australian... Of course. That was why she seemed so unkempt, besides the fact that she seemed to be homeless. Riding in a suitcase. Devyn seemed... Frustrated at the revelation, but as more and more of the assembled crowd placed their hands into the metaphorical ring until there were none left not standing inside... It was time for minutia. Sorting out banking and passports, tax forms, all that sort of thing. A fresh identity in hand, and it was time for them to retire, thankfully.

Leaving the manor, she was filled with a mixture of feelings. Mostly mild frustration at the fact that she had to now fruitlessly work on suppressing her own memories around Lady Eve's son, but there was a hefty dose of suspicion, confusion and tiredness. The cool air caressed her face as she, and several others, made their way to the hotel. A fine establishment. It would do.