Ottaline shakes his hand with both of hers, her handshake soft and warm.

"Doctor, is it?" she asks. "Pleased to meet you'n'all, sweetheart - especially if you spend money here." She cocks her head at Nix, birdlike and curious. "He's more polite than the rest'a your mob, Gordon."

Nix snorts. "Probably 'cause he isn't part of it. I'll lead him into bad ways eventually, though."