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Semyon's slight smile returned in the wake of Veti's greeting, nodding along with her comment. Though he had said the words for her benefit, the Library of Alexandria would still be an interesting sight. Knowledge had a tendency to travel -much like that smuggled gold- and perhaps he could find some old texts from the Motherland upon those shelves. It would make a good gift for Romanoff, who had been complaining lately that her own research had hit a sudden snag. Perhaps there'd be something to help Michael as well, though Semyon felt he had a good lead on those other caches, extra insurance never hurt.

The introduction and following greeting of a Mila... Mila... Mila Mo- Mokosch, yes, interrupted his thoughts. A recent arrival to the company yes? The name was familiar... had Miss Zoey mentioned it when he last passed through the office? Or had a comrade mentioned her? He couldn't be sure, but pondering the thoughts now would only cause him to seem rude.

"Miss Mila... Mokosch, yes? It's a pleasure to meet you." Semyon forced the corner of his lips to rise another half-centimeter as he returned her greetings, ducking a slight, polite bow as he did so. "I've been looking forward to working with you... hopefully I will live up to what others have said."

She hadn't said too much by way of greeting, so he said no more after that. Perhaps trying to continue the conversation would have been better? No, he said enough, the turn passed to her, if one followed convention. Besides... Oh...

Besides, there was now an Egyptian goddess walking through their midst to speak with them. 

Semyon turned slightly to take in the figure of Isis, ensuring he remained mostly facing miss Mokosch in case she spoke again. That mollified what concerns remained in the undead soldier's head, to know this mission could essentially be considered an official request to the Company. The payment was unusual, and it was a flimsy technicality in the end, but he would take justification where he could find it.

You learned to make a habit of that, after a while.

"Never flown with the divines, before." Semyon strode slowly over to Isis as she spread her wings, stopping just close enough to be taken along. Then it was time to wait, again. Until the others would join to be whisked away together.