"OI! I resemble that remark!" she giggled, as she smiled thankfully at the barkeep, and then, of course, made herself stop talking for a brief moment to take a good, solid gulp of the mint cordial, before turning that grin upon her "new friend". "No, but seriously though: I was standing there for a good five minutes-- or possibly longer; I mean, it's not as if I had my watch out, y' know...?" Which should have indicated to the man across from her that she did NOT have a wristwatch, but something a little more old-fashioned, like, say, a pocket-watch. "Just-- waiting for the barkeep to bloody well notice me!

"You can understand my frustration, that he seemed ruddy well hypnotised by your bloody suit!" She giggled again, until, that was, she heard the question she was being asked. Then, of course, she let out a huff of exasperated air, and took another hearty gulp from her glass before answering, averting her eyes to pour another glass for herself.

"I told you: Interpol. I come from MI-5, really but-- I am also an Interpol agent!" She forced the corners of her mouth into a small, challenging smile up at him,as if daring him to know better than she did herself, about her own damned job. She continued to keep the "windows to her soul" shielded from his view, by tilting her head up to meet his gaze, with her eyelids shuttering her eyes.