If Emily is irritated by or suspicious of him, she's given no hint so far, the consummate professional for all she's on the young side for this sort of assignment. (Irritated: She certainly is; she'd have taken the cigarettes before he tossed them in the river if she'd been quicker with her hands. Suspicious: Jury's still out.) Her demeanor is such that MI6 might as well have minted her fresh for this assignment, butter wouldn't melt, etc.

For now, she angles her opera glasses to get a closer look with keeping her body turned toward the stage. "He looks like he's fun at parties," she comments, quiet and bone dry. "Either that, or he's as critical of the programme as you are." Regardless, his expression gave the impression of a man sucking on a lemon.