Florence let her eyes wander over the office that Nicholas escorted her to in Ryan's wake. It was nicely appointed to be certain. Nic took her to a chair and she inclined her head to him with a smile as she smoothed her skirts and took her seat. The parasol she had carried in earlier she rested in her lap, running her fingers over the folds of the closed contraption.<em>'This has become quite the adventure already.'</em>Florence reflected as she looked around the office again.<br/><br/>She heard the door close behind her, but was already seated and so decided not to turn her body.<em>'It's Atticus by the sound of his movements.'</em>She held herself perfectly straight, though her whole body seemed at ease. Lithe and flexible and prepared to move if the need were to arise. Eventually she let her eyes settle on Master Ryan, but her thoughts remained on Atticus for the moment,<em>'I wonder if he would even consider a spar with a woman... Best not to ask. Risks should always be calculated and necessary in this line of work.'</em>The tiniest hint of a frown manifested in the corners of her mouth as she thought about that, but Florence quickly focused herself back on the moment and let her lips be swept into a smile.<br/><br/>Master Ryan had offered tea and Florence waited now for him to make good on the offer. She assumed Nicholas would explain his needs to the man. She was here for typical reasons, after all, aside from being one of Nic's models at any rate.