He winced visibly at that. Damn fool, good thing they never did let you into the intelligence section. You'd have blathered about troop movements for a half hour over coffee with Mullah Omar before you thought to wonder who this dude with the one eye was...<br/><br/>"Um, it's ... well, see, there was this ..." He sighed, took a quick look around the dining room over the top of the menu. A couple of elegant men and women sat at another table - staffers or guests, it was hard to tell - but there was no sign of Mel at least. "Okay. It's like this. I kinda stumbled into The Place, you might say. It wasn't the, uh, job I had been looking for. But I did, and I met you, and that is one very good thing that came out of it."<br/><br/>He noted that Sarah had put down her menu, so he settled on a choice of his own and gestured to the waiter.<br/><br/>"So," he continued with a shrug. "Tell me about yourself. You know, however much you feel comfortable with."