She was right; Steve very plainly realized it even as she took it all in stride and carried on. His face flushed to punctuate the sudden grimace drawn all over it. Christine Stanford is the name! Very obvious, in painful hindsight. His shoulders drooped a little out of their wince, but only for a moment; he straightened right back up at the question – a means to redeeming himself if he were to carry on alright.

"Ah, me?" He shook his head. "No, no! I was...I was actually just inquiring about potential employment! A survey of sorts. I'm building a list, you see."