Right, well, she was used to being leered at but that didn't mean she had to like it. And the sneer in this other man's voice... it didn't improve her mood, and she turned to narrow her eyes at him speculatively. Department Head? Recardo? Oh? Armen Recard? Naturally she had heard of him.

Quite the sense of entitlement he had.

Right. Back to the table thief. She mentally counted to ten.

"Please, just tell me your name and I'm assuming you work here in the Ministry? Which department are you in? And what were you planning to do with that table?"

She noted too that he was clearly injured.

... that was partly her fault. She didn't want to touch him though so instead she nudged Recard. "Help him into a chair, he's hurt."