Lalla continued to watch him, smoothing her skirts a little. The fact he was Scottish didn't change her opinion or comfort level whatsoever; she saw no reason for it to. She judged upon character and morality, not upon nationality. "Francis Bacon," She stated quietly, playing with a yellow flower now. "He was a charmer."
She leant back on the bench, tilting her head. "And you... how do you earn your living, sir?" She was curious. He didn't seem like the usual stuffy type. His clothes were expensive-looking, to be sure, but still, he didn't appear like the usual upper class bastards she'd come across in the past. He held himself differently. Spoke differently. Perhaps it was a Scottish thing.