"Great. So, if you have someone, I have someone, we have someones. Gather them together for a bit of something somewhere. Probably better that way. Then again, you could be a gentlemanly whackaloon. You seem nice enough, even fixed my shoe, but pretty flowers and books can hide awfully dangerous secrets." Jack was educated in her way. Her mother was fond of Renaissance playwrights, just look at the woman's name. Not that Jack would admit to any of that without the right questions, or drinks, or mood.
"So, what's your story, morning glory? White knight with a penchant for the shadows - or dark knight." She nearly laughed at that. This was when the comics were not good to have sitting in the back of her mind. Her head tilted slightly as she started to walk; timing was right? She glanced at him; no, he didn't have that feel. Oh, he had the gravitas, maybe the pain, but he wasn't a certain multimillion dollar playboy.
"I must apologize; they wouldn't have comics here, would they? I know it's a boys' sort of thing, but they're sort of fun to read. Detective Comics." She didn't know, how could she know he wasn't from around here? Other than the Russian bit. But then, that could be explained any number of ways.