Feeling rather than hearing the knock on her desk, Hope lifted her face to see Dameon standing before her. Blinking her strained eyes a few times, she suddenly was able to make out what he was saying and set the new gun down before rising from the worn chair she sat in, resting her dirtied hands on the wood of the desk as well. "My apologies, I was wrapped up with work and I assumed there would be no one up at such an hour requiring my attention. However clumsy of me." She said in a very eloquent voice, touched with her English accent of course. "I will be certain to be more aware for the next time you come calling at such a late hour," she said in a soft tone, as if speaking in jest. Glancing over the lap top in Dameon's hand, she flicked her eyes up to his face before noting that it was becoming incredibly late that night.<br/><br/>"Is there something I can do for you? It is awfully late but I assume you are here for some sort of business affair."