Hearing what Paula said, this being some sort of translating work, Finlay furrowed his brow.<br/><br/>"I hope not." He chuckled. "Otherwise I'm at the wrong place. I'm a pilot." He said in answer of her question. He watched Ava walk over and say she was an archaeologist. To him this was shaping up like a bad joke. A translator, pilot, archaeologist, journalist, and doctor all meet up in some rich guy's house...<br/><br/>Before his thoughts could wander further down that path, the same butler entered the room and led them all to the dining room. This room seemed just as elegant and expensive as the last, and Finlay couldn't help but marvel at the surroundings. He took a seat, eyeing the envelope before him with his name on it. He heard the butler explain not to open it, but his fingers itched to do so, to see what was inside. Resting his hands on his knees under the table, drumming his fingers on them, Finlay got a drink from one of the other servants and looked around at the other guests.<br/><br/>Before long, the doors opened and a man entered the room with a smile. Finlay assumed this was Mister Vanderbilt. He wanted to prop his elbow on the table and rest his chin in his hand, but refrained from doing so.<br/><br/>The pilot watched as Mister Vanderbilt took his seat at the head of the table and said he'd discuss what was going on after they no longer had empty stomachs.<br/><br/>"I like the way you think Mister Vanderbilt." Finlay said with a grin. As the servants came around with the food, Finlay noticed a young man enter the room and take a seat next to their host.