It had been a month since she first arrived in Amsterdam, only to be called away to London, when the home of a suspected supernatural was set on fire. That investigation had been fruitless to say the least, and the only thing that anyone had really learned was, that the people inside hadn't been supernaturals, and they certainly hadn't been fire proof. What a mess that had been, and quite frankly, she hadn't been able to eat bacon for a couple of weeks after that. The responsible parties had been caught, all youths, sadly enough. They would spend a few months behind bars, before being released into their parents custody. Parents that were probably just as crazy as the children they had produced. The great vicious cycle, a fucking mess all around. This morning it was no problem, as she lounged back in plush chairs that the hotel provided, the case had been forgotten now, like so many others from the past. There were just some things you got used to. A cup of coffee in one hand, a daily newspaper sitting in her lap, most of it she couldn't read. Dutch wasn't the easiest language to pick up, but there were certain phrases they had been taught to look out for, until they could really begin to grasp the local speak.
When the hotel room door opened, she didn't stand, the only movement came from her eyes, as she glanced up to the two men as they stepped inside. "Hi. Sit down." She said briskly, folding the newspaper back together, and resting it on top of the table. "Are you joining us for breakfast, officer?" Plucking her napkin from the top of her plate, and laid it across her lap, before she began to fill her plate. "I'm starving. Normally I'm up, and out the door two hours ago." She had needed to wait for his arrival, obviously, and yes, she was going to try, and make him feel guilty about it. "I grab breakfast at one of the street cafes, and then get down to work. If you have a problem with that schedule, I suggest you adjust." There was no way she was going to wait on him every morning, not when she had stuff to do... they had stuff to do. "So you're a Seraph, right? Do you know why we were partnered together?" Sipping from her coffee cup, she finally set it down next to her plate. "We both have feathers... yeah, they are that sophisticated when it comes to pairing people together." It was a little ridiculous, but they seemed to think that wings automatically meant they would hit it off. "Or do you have feathers?" When you joined the OSI, you were given access to certain spell work, glamours that hid your less than human traits, and let you move among humans unnoticed. Anais had been born with the ability to hid her feathered arms, and the same could be said for his kind. Still, it didn't mean he was going to be as bird like as she was.