Gareth leaned his arm against the doorframe. He had a suspicion who she was, now that she started asking questions. Rich and pretty, then? Interesting. He could hear the anger in his voice, but she was only a slight girl. No need for that revolver after all. If she was going to shout at him, it would probably be merely amusing. Perhaps he could even write an article about it. "I am," he replied casually. "Miss Carrington, I pressume?"