Effie watched the newcomer enter with the discretion she had used for the others, which was to say, with none at all. While some of her new allies were older than her, some by a considerable degree, some of them seemed pretty young. But then again, contracts didn't have an age limit on them. If they were willing to go, they could go.

She didn't know any of them, which came as no surprise, but the name Kissinger did ring a couple of bells. From that, as well as the way as the others held themselves, there really were some high class names in the room. Including herself, clearly. Perhaps they would not know her face, not many would, but they would recognise her name. Which she had forgotten to tell them. She sighed to herself, leaning forward to get another biscuit. There would always be another opportunity.

"Well, Miss Arinne, sharing is caring, is it not?" Effie said sweetly. Despite the possibly patronizing implications, she was being completely genuine. After all, why shouldn't she have another? There were still a considerable amount left, and it would be awful to have such nice biscuits go to waste.

"This does seem like an awful lot of people for just one murderer. I don't suppose it would be too forward to assume that there is more to this than you're telling us," she continued. "Oh, but it's lovely to meet you, Mister Samuel. And the rest of you, of course!"