"Kruhl," she says, smiling in light surprise. He knows who she is, of course, and that she's navigated her way over here on purpose – but he won't say anything. She'd bet anything that he's already sized her up as the bid to beat. "Irma Kruhl. And you must be Mr. Kwan."

"Charmed, Ms. Kruhl," he says, offering her a hand to shake. Like the others in the room, he's well-dressed and nicely mannered. Unlike the others, he looks at Steve with real curiosity. "The late addition, am I right? Good. These things are always more fun when there's a surprise element to them."

Butter wouldn't melt in her perfectly smiling mouth. "I'm happy to provide, Mr. Kwan."

"You've been busy, my dear," he tells her, leading her over to a window. She make at least two bodyguards, standing a little ways away: the good kind, not the steroid-laden bullies she's already seen. They look ex-military... ex-special forces military. They're not physically imposing, but they hold themselves comfortably apart and move with the kind of lupine grace she's used to seeing in someone else.

Great. She focuses again on Kwan. "You've done your homework," she compliments, and he shrugs.

"In my line of work, it's always a good idea to keep an eye out for new talent."