Veronica noticed the sudden gaze, the faintest of smile appearing upon her lips at the reaction. However mature Hope was, it was obvious the woman was still a girl, something she was definitely glad to see given she wasn't much older herself. At the mention of a private dinner she blinked over, one hand reaching up to idly brush several loose strands from her features, guiding them behind an ear. "That would be wonderful, I think. Thank you," came her simply, polite reply before she turned slightly to follow Hope as she strode towards the door.<br/><br/>At the mention of a morning walk her brows climbed, surprise showing upon her face before she let out an exasperated sigh. "Morning walk? Is that what English do in their spare time? You should be enjoying yourself more, rather than staying cooped up in an ancient building with way too rigid men." She shook her head then as she slowly began to follow, the bottom of her garment parting  as she moved to reveal plain blue dress pants. "I mean no disrespect, but Sir Integra should've remained to run the organization rather than dumping everything on you. So called 'Adults' always seem to except their children to clean up all their messes," she muttered, naturally thinking of her own father and the mess she was in.<br/><br/>She remained largely silent after that however, remaining several feet behind Hope as the... thing she couldn't identify moved up next to the woman and began speaking. Her lips immediately pressed into a thin line as she observed the two, once again stiffening slightly as her hands idly brushed against the sides of her outfit. The inside of her clothing was decorated with long throwing knives, all of blessed silver. She'd forgone her guns, though her katana remained neatly strapped to her back, hidden at the moment. She preferred the lighter, sharper feel of the weapon over the more burdensome swords that were typical of western civilization.