Xavier had only looked to the door as his destination, barely looking at the woman at first. Giving her a smile was polite and Xavier Delamere wasn't supposed to be a rude resident. Mysterious, yes. Confusing, yes. Slightly haughty, yes - but he could manage a brief smile. But as he met her gray eyes, his pace slowed until he reached a stop. Old faces were a part of his life in Bellum, but usually he was prepared for them. The last person he expected to see in the lobby was Iris Thorpe.
His briefcase felt heavy in his hand and he switched it to the other. Staring was out of place but he couldn't help it. He'd never thought he'd see her again after he left her in California. How long had she been in Bellum? He swallowed, looking around and then back to her, realizing his illusions worked again too well.
The reason for how they knew each other was enough to make him cautious. He stepped forward, lips pressed together for a moment before asking, in his own voice - no British accent to be heard, "Excuse me, but is your name Iris by any chance?" It had to be.