Jeanette just watched him at first, her mismatched eyes following his movements as she smirked just slightly, she always smirked though, so that wasn't anything new. Ah, the beginning of work, things that technically really had no beginning -not really- and thus no end. Which was rather interesting really, because naturally all things had a beginning, but work was one of those things that couldn't really be traced exactly, and there was no known end for it either.
Letting herself grin, Jeanette took the offered hand, mindful of her strength while she shook quickly and dropped his warm palm from her own pale, cool hand. "Jeanette Voerman," she wasn't as pretentious with her introductions as Therese was, but he'd given his full title, so she might as well give hers, "bringer of shivers and giggles." Sometimes at the same time.
"The end is usually the most satisfying part for me," end of the day slipping into night, end of a particularly fun tryst, end of a mean when the lights went out and the sharp, bright eyes turned faded and dull. Oh yeah, she liked those endings almost as much as happy ones.
"What sort of work do you do, exactly, Doctor Spencer Reid?"