As the other man showed up, her eyes naturally drifted over to him, and his words brought a smile to her face.  She liked him.  Quick, to the point, but smart and not apt to play strange games.  Hopefully he would make a good friend, once everyone had some time to chat.<br/><br/>The first man's note about he didn't send the letter brought concern to her.  It left the implication that people far above their station felt that she needed to be redeemed, that she wasn't living her life in proper harmony, and she balked at the implication.  Okay, so maybe not everyone she did things to was perfectly evil, but she usually wasn't exactly mean about things.  Usually.  Then again, maybe she was supposed to get angry enough to investigate matters.<br/><br/>Her frown tightened at the mention of the atrocities.  She was well aware that not every corporation was pure evil, but she absolutely didn't mind having someone to find the monsters.  It was too difficult to be everywhere at once, and a few times now, she'd tried to follow a prophecy only to have the matter blow up in her face.  Besides, more friends would always be a good thing.<br/><br/>She flicked her hand in a gesture of dismissal at the mention of the letter.  Obviously it was going to be identical in penmanship and the like to the letter which they'd received, regardless of whether the man had sent them out himself or not.  She didn't yet have enough information to decide whether to accept his story, but regardless of affairs, the matter had her attention.  She could always extract her revenge later if the whole affair was fabricated.<br/><br/>"Valerie," she said to the group, "of Bastet...back when mom was trying out some of the Geisha stuff."  She figured it best to just brush off the inevitable list of questions that arose from her appearance.  She personally thought she looked rather cute.  "I'm more of an acrobat, though the letter," her fingers jumped into one of her pockets without warning, producing her own copy of the paper, as her words fell to a tone of indignation, "would probably call me a cat burglar."