Clearly Hannibal had been expecting an answer. There was no way he would take her cover as a waitress as anything more than a joke and she had no intentions of just announcing that she was a mercenary.
She slid the card in her pocket and shrugged, as if her silence wasn't something significant. "I'm in the military." she told him. It was the truth and she knew that she looked the type. Yelena searched her mind for a Southern name to fit her fake accent, "I'm Beth."