"Excuse me, sir." The delicate tap came from behind, where Saga now stood, head tilted and looking utterly solemn and inquisitive. "I seem to have lost my friend; have you seen him? He kind of looks like you, only with a longer coat and looking like he took a roll in a fireplace."

Stone-faced no-nonsense agent or not, it looked as though Hermes' granddaughter never changed.