Marion had been taken back, but not for the what - it was for the who. They'd never met, but she knew his face, and not from his press hounding because of the casino.
"It is," she said in an equally even voice. "In many ways."
The closer he got, the harder her sword demanded her attention, but besides the loose grip on it's handle through the pocket of her long coat, Marion ignored it's call, and kept her eyes on his face.