Anna Marie glanced up at the man who know stood beind the table. She had no clue who he was. Stealing a glance of uncertainity over at Remy before she turnd her attention back to the newcoming, she smiled sweetly.
"A pleasure to meet ya, Mister De La Guerre," she said politely. She lifted her glass and sipped at it before putting it back down. "Anna Marie," she introduced herself off-handedly.