As she spoke, the female Vesper that called herself simply 'Number 38' kept the aloof but at the same time, quite carefree looking old man in her sights. Though she seemed to be speaking to the youthful audience, in reality all she cared about was what that man was here for.
Even though he didn't seem to bother about the initial information nor about her prestigious identification number, it didn't phase her at all. Still, even though she wasn't completely certain as the old man seemed to be quite the expert at keeping his scruffy, bearded face just out of sight, the Vesper was certain he had a higher access level.
Perhaps he was one of the so-called agents? Or an informant? A scout?
Taking a moment, she continued her introductory speech to the uninitiated standing before her.