A predictable reaction, honestly. She's not here to make a good first impression, she's here to make an impression. She has a goal, she's going to meet that goal, and there isn't a thing that Boxer can really do about it. Much like a talent scout scours for possible talent, she had scoured for her hoard and found him.

"Hardly." She holds out a hand, a business card pinched between her gloved fingers. "A meeting, under more professional circumstances. This weekend, perhaps, but at your leisure. Let me at least treat you to a meal for the difficulty."

There is full confidence in her voice, and no room at all for argument in the offer. It's on his terms to meet with her, and at no cost to him. The business card has her personal number, and even her address. One would think she didn't hand that sort of thing out often at all, but apparently she did enough to warrant cards. Either way, she does at least finally realize she needs to provide some measure of comfort to make him more willing to come along.

"I promise you won't be disappointed, but just so you know: You're hardly exotic at all." She's seen much weirder.