Chuckling softly, Marissa nods as she accepts back her passport without a glance, and slips it back into her black leather handbag. Authentic leather. "Quite all right! I think you probably just dated me in my passport though, so whatever you say, David! Have a nice day and send my regards to Her Excellency, or something. I can, and thanks for the hotel tips."<br/><br/>With that, unless there were further interruptions, she starts making her way out of the offices and corridors again, past the man with her pet paper swans.