Oh, he MAY call her Elizabeth? "As you wish." He nodded to her before the corner of his lip twitched up into a sort of smile. "Nice to meet you." African Ambassador, surely that meant she was intelligent. Hmm, maybe he did like her. "I'm Charles Taylor." He offered his name to her politely once more.

"And you too." Yeah, he wasn't going to call him Mr. Pigreader, nor Gavin. So he'd just avoid names for now. He eyed the interaction between both of the people and remained dispassionate. The over familiarity showed that they had worked together before. Oh, he had to call the man Gavin? He didn't like it, but he supposed he had to bend to the man's wishes. "I understand, Gavin." Don't approve though.

He turned to other woman who hadn't addressed him before. "I am." He confirmed her question, but then raised his eyebrows. "You live in America, but work here?" One question was on his mind; Why? The fact that she was American had one mark down against her. He loved the American way, he just didn't like the Americans themselves. "This is my first day in this position, but if we're talking previous experience, too many years than I'd wish to reveal. And what about you? What's your name and job?" Yeah, he hadn't been paying attention, he'd been wondering about weedy boy.