Well tuned ears caught the words the well dressed man spoke. Lifting her dark eyes from the ancient text she glanced his way. Her eyes were passive as she took him in, assessed him, determined if he was a threat. Very rarely did she just look at someone. Hers was often a gaze filled with questions; who, what, why.
Strangely enough this man was in need of the same text she held in her slight hands. Lightly playing in the background was the intrepidly daring tune of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata in D. One of her favorite pieces.
"I believe I have what you are looking for." Her voice was one that commanded attention, yet was elegant. "Not terribly often someone seeks this out." Leaving the scrap of paper she was writing on in the book she closed the text and cast a smile in his direction.