{ Her cheeks pink at his harsh language: it causes her hackles to rise, but she knows she can't afford to be openly angry at anyone. Thus she closes her eyes and silently counts to ten.

She gets to seven before something he says catches her attention. }

There's a specific reason. { She crosses her arms over her chest. } I've never heard of the CIA. What is that?

{ Her eyes widen slowly. } I...no. I'm not. I'm a high-ranking noble. { The highest, in fact, in her world. } It's safer for me to be known as Dagger. I'd prefer it stay that way, Santa.