Pippa was taken aback for a moment as the man came out and asked if it was, indeed, her. "Yes, sir," she said respectfully, as she was not the type of person to disrespect anyone, no matter what the circumstances were. She met his eyes just for the sake of showing him exactly that. She followed him in and was white-knuckled with nervousness. How would she be able to convince anyone to hire her if she hadn't worked or had no references to speak of?

She glanced around for a time before looking at him again, her face pinched with the hunger she was feeling. Her stomach rudely growled and color filled her cheeks. She hoped he didn't hear the blasted growling, but how could he not when it was loud? "I am Philippa Danes," she said, adjusted her bag so it wouldn't fall open and send her worldly belongings to the floor, and held out a hand for him to shake if he so chose.

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice," she said, not knowing that he was desperate as she possibly, or what would happen.