<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">The sound of the door opening followed by her name had her head turning to take in Nina’s approach, the usual half smile given to the woman she interacted with the most. Not that that was saying a lot since all of her conversations with Nina focused on work, but it was truth - ninety percent of her interactions was with this woman.<br/><br/>“<em> ‘allo Miss Cho.</em>” And just like clockwork, there was her coffee and sandwich - a routine that was never broken in all the time she had been working with Orpheus. The coffee was a deep black - strong and plain the way she liked it - and the smell of it was pure heaven to her, dainty fingers quick to release the sleeves of her shirt to dart out for the steaming drink, a small shake of her head given to answer the question.<br/><br/>“<em>It vas easy. They vere, vhat is vord… umm… they believe in all manner things…</em>” She was having a hard time trying to think of the word that would explain her thoughts - a common enough occurrence for her though not because she didn’t know the language - but rather because she knew so many languages. Finding one word that would make sense to Nina out of five languages while tired was a task in and of itself. “<em>Belief in mojo… talis-mans. Fort-unes..</em>” A wave of her hand then, as if to dismiss the trouble she was having, small upturned nose scrunching with frustration. “<em>It no vorry. They left place screamin aboot dae-mons an de-vils.</em>”<br/><br/>Jobs like her last were usually easy - get any group of people together and they tended to become stupid, thus easier to scare. The manor Orpheus wanted cleaned out was now empty, at least until someone got the idea to send in ‘ghost hunters’ in to prove it was truly haunted.  And thankfully, she had not had to deal with those that thought they could prove or disprove ghosts.<br/><br/>The coffee was sipped eagerly, the burn against her lips, tongue and roof of her mouth enough to send a hard shiver down her spine, eyes darting to the thick sandwich sitting on the plate. The pause was noticeable as she pondered for a moment before the cup was set down and one half of the sandwich was pushed towards Gary silently. There - now it didn’t seem like a date and she wouldn’t seem rude!</span></div>