Felix Caelus

Oh god. Office politics. She looks down at her phone to hide her reaction to the lies, but she's listening closely and watching what she can.

"Eating lunch." She knows he wasn't really asking her, but since he was technically talking to her, she's going to be difficult. "A lovely goslingroot tagliatelle. And making pleasant conversation." The phone is slipped into a pocket before Stratos can ask too many questions about it.