Obviously, this was not a man accustomed to having his orders questioned. Ada scrutinised his retreating form. Who is he? She had half a mind to stay where she was out of protest, but curiosity got the better of her. There was something charismatic about this demanding young man. She followed him to the secluded table and sat where he gestured.
"Now sir," she began, her tone light and almost flirtatious. "You seem to have some intelligence of who I am. But you've called me away from all my friends, and you haven't even told me your name!"