Spoken to directly (unless she wasn't actually part of this organization at all and just ended up sitting down at the wrong time), the stranger zipped up her bag immediately as if hiding some kind of terrible secret inside...

Mr. Clearview was able to see, from high on up where she sat, that she was clearly concealing a hammer.  Not many other things it could be, given everything, but mages and their ilk are strange folks so who knows.  Anyway, addressed, she didn't nod or acknowledge what he had said first to her, and instead got introductions out of the way.

"Winnifred Pylypyshyn.  No registration with any organization.  My hobbies are watching movies and eating; training for this new position has limited my viewing time."  It really didn't look natural but she took her bagged object and "hid" it behind her, the heavy head sinking deep into the couch cushion.

"...I was under the impression that using our legal names is required for this position," she added after a pause.  Given his name, Mr. Clearview was probably used to disbelief, but rarely put in such a technical fashion.