Selina turned to look behind her, at hearing her name; stocking up on culture? How appropriate. So the smile that graced her features wasn't all put-on; if she had not been so long-practiced at keeping her reactions to herself, she'd have been laughing. If only he knew. Culture was about to really get stocked up. "Dr. Elliot, what a pleasant surprise," she replied, in best socialite voice and tones. "Enjoying the museum?" What other inane questions could she ask--hmm, her eyes strayed to the child following along with him.
At least children didn't buy into the farce of polite society; Selina did not know that she would ever have been able to stomach it without the private knowledge of how she was getting one over on these people. Getting one over on them in stealing from them, yes, but also in merely having risen to dwell among them by clawing herself upwards on their own stolen goods. That was a good joke. It would keep the smile on her face for a thousand cocktail parties. And, she supposed, impromptu meetings in museums she was casing.
"Well, I don't know you either, so I think we're even." She resettled her bag in the crook of her elbow; the brief annoyance that this would waste video time flew through her head, but she was busy playing the role, and it was gone as soon as it came. "Selina Kyle."