Alma narrows her sharp, amber eyes briefly.  He was hard to read.  He just seemed so everywhere at once it was hard to pin down any hints of what he may actually be thinking.  She looks down at his outstretched hand and pauses.  "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Flint," she reaches out with one of her gloved hands and accepts the hand shake.  "I am no lady, I am not of nobility so I do not have such a title.  However, my name is Alma Astuto.  I work for Jerece Monrova," She sighs simply.  No need to go too far into pleasantries with a thief.  Men like him make livings off of lies, why bother trying to appeal to him in any way.  "Hm, do you really know the queen that well?" she speaks up after a moment.  "I find that hard to believe, considering you are no lord.  At least, it's likely you aren't.  If you are, you must just like taking things that don't belong to you for fun," she states bluntly, putting all of her cards on the table.