"That's right," She agreed, mildly condescending. It was nothing most people could be offended by - it certainly wasn't her intention for it to be; simply how Christine was. "Especially in a hotel. You need to have a degree. Even if you want to work as security you need some kind of formal training," Brows arched, she nodded with some amount of seriousness, taking another drag from her cigarette before clasping the silver case shut and placing it back in her pocket.

The concierge finally returned at that point, and a bright Christine finished the arrangements with her before handing over a key. No currency of any kind was exchanged, thanks to Christine's elegant way with words, once again.

Turning to Steve, key in her hand, she tilted her head to think for a beat.

"Can I offer you lunch, Steve? If you're not too busy."