"There you are," he agrees. "Much better." It's not quite flirtatious -- he has better manners than that, nor is he feeling that much better -- but he smiles back at her almost easily.

He hasn't missed her introduction, but he's withholding judgment, considering what he's run into lately -- and even in his own reality, some of Morgan's assorted damosels are trustworthy.

"It's a tricky thing, but occasionally useful. May I know your name, lady?"