The chill was just about taken off when she heard Declan speak. She turned to face him, and was a little bit surprised to see such a young and attractive man instead of the grumpy old gentleman she usually dealt with. Not that she was complaining, of course. This man was quite a bit better to look at. Okay, way better. Pushing the hood off of her head, Chev bit her lip, trying to figure out if she wanted to make a comment about the sudden change in people she was seeing. Deciding it was probably a good idea to not piss off the guy, she opted to keep her comments to herself.
Instead, she put on what she felt was a semi-friendly, yet semi-businesslike smile, tilting her head to the side a little. "That would be me, yes. But please, call me Chevy." She hated being called Miss Jones. She even discouraged the students at school from calling her that. It made her feel like an old woman. "And, you are?"