Ever the southern gentleman, Hector pushed her chair in for her before walking around the table and taking a seat himself. He grinned at her comment and looked around the room. "I can't figure out if we should feel special or really creeped out, yeah?" His accent was a little thicker than usual -- he chalked it off to nerves. He reached out to take and shake her hand. "Hector Treves. A pleasure to meet you."