He'd have been pretty blind not to see the slip of the wink. Elena saw the man after she grabbed her helmet off the reception desk, the man normally there probably on break. There was a slight flutter as she appreciated his handsome features and the way he carried himself in his walk. After Jason passed, she'd twirled on a heel to watch the backside, using her hips to open the door for her to leave. Shades landed on her face as she went from flirt to work in the time it took her to blink. Twenty cars parked in total on the street of this block. Eight pedestrians and four cars moving along either way. She was trained to know things and her skill of observance would seriously be scary if it weren't for the training she'd received. ROTC in high school.  Langley graduate, CIA recruited at age 23. On loan to Interpol two years later for her language and cultural knowledge. Now, privately contracted at age 26.<br/><br/>A little later, a man walked into her office with no introduction, no authority to be there and something within her triggered. She could smell him before he even was halfway to her desk. Something about male pheromones that were so unique, and telling. Glancing up from the screen of her laptop, Christina's eyes locked directly  onto the man, with a sense of confidence that far outweighed the curious nature her expression took. He would see the downward journey of her gaze before it lifted to his face to remain there for the duration of him delivering his own introduction. He revealed a slip of paper and a portrait for her review. A perfectly shaped brow arched as she tilted her head just a fraction to the side. If he had hoped to jar her memory with the girl or the purchase, she did not seem to know anything at first glance. Her pupils didn't even flex or change in pressure at their mention. She was either very good, or knew nothing.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"I'm sorry,"</span>she spoke, her accent thick Germanic.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"...but, has anyone told you that you look so much like the actor Tom Hardy? Such a handsome, successful man. It's uncanny... Anyway, I am sorry to hear about the girl. Let me see the receipt, please?"</span>Christina leaned forward revealing the dangling gold necklace that no doubt possessed a charm resting somewhere along her chest. Her hand outstretched while the other set a pair of glasses onto the bridge of her nose.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"Hm. This looks authentic. We do a very good job of keeping our paperwork in order. Being in business for three hundred years, you learn what must be and what cannot."</span>She handed the receipt back then lifted her chin towards him. "Now the photo?" Her hand was still outstretched for him to view the detail of the three bracelets of woven gold.<br/><br/>Christina gave him a polite smile as he showed it to her but did not let her handle it.<i>Interesting... </i>Her eyes dropped from his face to the girl's portrait and she shook her head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"No, I have never met that girl before. She is too pretty to be lost in this world. That does not mean she was not here. We can certainly look at the system and security footage, if necessary."</span>One of her heels pulled herself in her chair closer to the desk where she set her glasses down to focus on the screen of her laptop.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"Have a seat, please. Something to drink? This may take a moment as I message a colleague to give me access to the security logs and feeds. If she was here in this location or the auction house itself, we should have record of it. You see, this is one of several acquisition locations where we appraise or purchase items. We do not warehouse items that are up for sale here."</span><br/><br/>While she tapped away at the keys, Jason felt a tug at his aura almost like a lazy summer breeze. It was barely there, the inquiry to the change in his earlier. The woman before him, who seemed more than willing to cooperate with his investigation, did not appear to notice this or indicate it was her doing the unseen examination. Just then, several of the cuckoo clocks began to chime with both parts of melody and harmony of an ancient Greek ballad. If he chose to look, the clocks were of the twelve muses of Zeus singing or playing loyally.  Christina's face smoothed and she nearly smiled hearing the chimes telling her the time. He was going to make her late for her lunch.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"I was just informed that it would take a few hours until they are available. The request has to go through the proper channels. Let's hope legal does not catch wind of this or it may take days. Mr. Price, have you eaten the mid-day meal? I am late for mine and extend an invitation for you to join me. Perhaps, we could discuss more of your case?"</span>Oh, she was extremely good. The way she looked into his eyes each time would intimidate most people because it was as if she was looking into the mind listening in, or perhaps viewing the intent of the soul.