If God existed, It hated her. Every so often people with an 'agent' in front of their last name would find her, usually coinciding with one of her trips, and she'd spend a good day in a room with a two way mirror. IT always ended with that she knew nothing, and with no record of her own, they could never do much.
Besides ask her to say something. But Hermes was blood, and it made it complicated. She was pretty sure once Hermes left her, she'd get more agents, trying to offer the same things.
She didn't take it personal. Her sister still lived in town after all. So she smiled and took the hand, wishing Hermes wouldn't be so damn clingy. "Kat Lowsley." She half wished to tell him to run, because her grandfather would get bored of playing cat and mouse eventually. "Sorry, jet lag is getting to me. Can I help you?"