While she smoothed her skirt, Sam used the moment to sort out his impressions. Tiny stuck, so did scared, but there was a real steel in her spine. The clothes were severe, hairstyle too, sort of Puritan or Victorian, he thought. She spoke English, too, which was good. It would make the transition easier.

"Good to meet you Corbie." He tipped his chin in the direction of the cafe. "Bar's this way. What do you want to drink?"