"Lovely to meet you too, hold on just one moment," Azrael said, catching up to Svetlana's handler. He caught the man's arm in an iron grip; he wanted answers, dammit.
"Excuse me," he said, in a perfectly pleasant voice, but one that at the same time brooked no room for arguement. "If you could please explain to me who this young woman is and why she is here, I would very much appreciate it."