[York looks up from his busywork at the flitting figure, the cigarette awkwardly hanging out of the corner of his mouth.]
Agent Tatiana, right? Pleasure to meet you. [He gets up from his chair, walking over to her and extending a hand, absolutely nonplussed at any scorn coming his way.]
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Agent Tatiana, right? Pleasure to meet you. [He gets up from his chair, walking over to her and extending a hand, absolutely nonplussed at any scorn coming his way.]