He nods and removes his glasses, lets them hang on their chain as he studies her a moment longer. She hardly seems dangerous, such a slight thing, and the way she is dressed! He supposes he should expect such an inappropriate appearance from one such as her self. Still, he can hardly say he finds it comfortable.

This might, of course, go a degree smoother if Norrell had realised the poor girl had no idea where she was -- the way Childermass had lured her in. As it stands, he does not, and begins by assuming understanding and cooperation.

"Childermass tells me you are familiar with a young gang of fae who have been seen troubling Lambeth. We assume this is retribution for the recent efforts to remove Lewisham from their grasp. Would that be correct?"