[ Well. He's polite, at least. That's an improvement over what Kitty's used to. Her magicians, the only sorts she's ever known who dress like that and talk like that, scarcely even bother to be cordial. Honestly, Mandrake was one of the better ones, all things considered, and he was still absolutely wretched to her before he'd laid his identity as a magician aside, turned from John Mandrake into Nathaniel. So he might be posh, but at least he's not altogether like the posh sorts she knows.

Well. At least not on the surface.

She responds cheerily. ] Do you think? I don't know. I find that sort of enthusiasm really charming. I like it when people care about things. [ And then she steps forward to stick out her hand to him, curious whether or not he'll take it. ] I'm Kitty Jones.