Taking a cigarette from Algernon, Dahlia stares at him carefully for a moment before she allows him to light it for her.  She didn't have a lighter on her, and it was polite to allow him to do such a thing.  Taking in the smog of nicotine into her lungs, she breaths out the smoke for a moment, placing the thin cigarette casually in between her index and middle finger before speaking to the man before her for a second time.<br/><br/>"Ah, Bermuda.  Yes, that incident allowed me to beat a few records in M16s manual." she says with a smirk.  "Most buildings burnt to the ground after one explosion; if I remember correctly." she muses with a bitter laugh before taking in another breath of smoke.<br/><br/>"No.  No, it didn't.  But then, when has anything deterred a successful agent?" she question, leaning forward slightly; placing her face inches away from his. "And I think we both know,<em>Mr. Percey</em>, that I am a<em>very</em>succesful agent."<br/><br/>"I am afraid, Mr. Percey, that the only way you will have me return to England; is feet first." she says simply.  "So, while your offer of returning with you to your hotel is quite lovely, I think it would be in both of our best interests if you left me where I am, and simply returned to your hotel room, called whoever is actually in charge of this task file back home, and inform them that you were unable to locate me."