Ronan's head automatically turned towards the opening door, catching his first sight of Giselle Hunt in the flesh, gray green eyes flickering over her face and posture. She looked fairly neutral, but he thought he caught a hint of something in her eyes. She certainly didn't rush forward to embrace her father when she saw him, though he seemed to have no qualms, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her slight frame. Ronan suspected that the gesture had more to do with the watching office workers than actual affection however.

"I'm afraid not,"senator Hunt said seriously, though he didn't bother to lower his voice Ronan noted. "Is there somewhere we can speak in private?"

[I]'And waste the opportunity to perform in front of an audience?'[/I] The assassin kept the thought from manifesting on his face, however strong the urge to frown was. He saw someone move behind the counter, but didn't turn his head to look towards them until they started speaking.

"You'd be more than welcome to use my office for privacy."

The man who had spoken was tall, middle-aged, slightly overweight, and beginning to go bald right at the crown of his head. Ronan made the assumption that he was the principal of the school. His gaze moved beyond him, to a door set in the opposite wall, a placard hanging next to it denoting it was the principles office, a secondary sign affixed beneath it with "Jeffrey Miller" printed on it.

"That is very generous of you," senator Hunt said before Giselle even had a chance to respond for herself, stepping forward and giving the man a firm handshake. "Thank you sir!"