Blake arched an eyebrow at the woman, his lips twisting into what could charitably be called an amused smile. "Business before pleasure." he replied, tone just slightly mocking, before turning his attention to the warden. "Actually, it's you I was hoping for a quiet word with." He glanced at the woman who'd spoken first. "Maybe both of you, but you I don't know."<br/><br/>His gaze turned back to the warden. "You, I do. What, rather than who, at least." His eyes flicked around. "Perhaps we could have a quiet chat somewhere. Accorded neutral territory perhaps?"<br/><br/><em>There.</em>he thought.<em>That should be enough to establish some sense of bona fides, and maybe whet her appetite to trade intel.</em>