Peggerty smiled, and kinked her hip to one side, “Mister Brannon? I’ve got a Pizza for you, you ordered one?” The irraka tried an American accent knowing her own might give her away. After all one was unlikely to meet two people with a slightly Cornish accent in one night. She tried to look a little bemused “You are Charles Brannon? You did order a Pizza? I hope so… dammit some idiot has been doing false orders.” Sighing a little Peggerty stood and waited for the man to answer her. Much as she wanted to pound the man into the ground just for starters she had to wait, she needed more information.