"Dulac," he fills in, "Lance Dulac. I can write it down, if you like." He flashes her a smile, warm and easy, before shrugging -- as if he doesn't mind either way. "If you think you can't make it, equally, I can keep a few things aside for you behind the desk. Just make sure you don't test the alarms inside the building. People's ears will be ringing for days and they might blame me."

(He's already made that mistake once. How loud are these? The answer is very.)