He sat up in his chair, his feet hitting the floor as his whole body got tense. The organization that she worked for? Jesus wept, had he somehow run into a cop of all things? Let me her be a private eye, he prayed. Or work for some kind of security firm, but not a cop. But - she had seemed to be all right with the vampire getting killed, and he figured a cop would have hauled him in for all kinds of questioning.
So. Probably not a cop.
Relaxing just a tad he said cautiously; "And what organization do you work for?"