She grinned, cutting the tip off of her cigar as you stood before her nervously. Walter stood by her side, holding her lighter out for her. You seemed like an afterthought in the moment, as she was focused on preparing her Wintermans for her own pleasure.

“You really think I’d hire a catholic? An ex-Iscariot no less?” she chuckled to herself, as if your request was nothing but a mere joke. You could see it in her eyes that she couldn’t take you seriously. Even her butler had a smug look, both internally laughing at you.