Christopher strode out of the embassy, face set in a rather grim expression. Arresting refugees? What next? Where they going to ask him to start executing wayward British nobility? This entire affair was an affront to his English sense of law and righteousness.
The officer was so caught up in his own thoughts that he almost ran into the young woman glaring at the warrant. He took a half-step back and bowed slightly, tipping his hat. "Pardon me, miss. I was lost in thought."