She peered at the man sleepily once she was out of her office. His voice brought her to a stop and she tilted her head at him, "That would be me..." She did not bother to correct him about her last name, for she didn't want to take on that last name anymore in any case. It was bad enough that she was branded a harlot, it would be worse to share her last name with her monster of a husband. She was glad that he wasn't around anymore, that was for sure and certain.

"I could use more people guarding the courtesans. Tell me about yourself, Signore Henri Lockwood." Her accent, while thick, did not impede her ability to speak English. In fact, she spoke it as well as a native speaker.