Valentine sits in a large armchair in her office, legs crossed and a glass of wine in one hand. She takes a long drag on her cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke with a satisfied expression. The office is lavishly furnished, with expensive artwork and furniture scattered about. Valentine's eyes fall upon you, narrowing slightly in contemplation. "I was wondering when you'd show up," She says, her voice a low purr. "I've been expecting you."