Charmer. She'd blush if she wasn't trying very hard to maintain her self-control. Despite his claims to the contrary, she is quite sure that she is being aggressively complimented and she certainly isn't sure of how to handle it.

"Flattery is flattery, Mister Steed, no matter how one might try to dress it up," she tells him primly, though the smile around her eyes tells that she doesn't really mind it at all.

When they step out onto the street, she briefly plants her hands on her hips.

"We'll go this way, first. The library is this way, and my favourite café."