"There are more possibilities than there were." He said, glancing her over. That was one of his bad habits- he was never one to spare a scrutinizing eye and he made no secret of it, for ill or better intentions.

"You're probably too good for 90% of them."

He'd heard the story about the incident up North, and knew Una had appeared at the club not long afterwards. Being an agent, he probably had more access to relevant information than most. But he could only make guesses, and with the patience she'd shown him he didn't pity the man that got on her bad side.