The sudden arrival of the woman startled Gen. Flinching visibly as the door opened without so much as a simple knock, or so she thought, having been too immersed to hear it, she cast the unkempt lady a sour look as she spoke. "Waiting for an answer isn't something you do often, is it?" she asked ironically, her voice not belying the pounding of her heart that was still working off the adrenaline from the surprise. She took a closer look at the woman. It was probably one of her assistants or secretaries, though Gen had always been absolutely abysmal when it came to recognizing faces, and so she came up blank when trying to think of the uniformed woman's name. "It is also 'Administrator' and not Director. What are we? Bloody Rheinlanders?"

She snorted briefly. It wasn't so much that she considered herself to be a snide or rude person usually, but this girl had startled her and probably seen it, which did grate on her nerves and pride. Rising from her chair, Geneviève reached for a simple cane that had rested by the desk's side. Since her time with the Royal Navy, Gen had had a visible limp. The injury that had caused it had actually been the reason she had been discharged from the Royal Navy. "What's your name?" she asked her as she noticed that it appeared like the Outcast was avoiding to look at her. With a hand, Gen motioned for her to lead the way, figuring it was the best option right now. Given that she hadn't been here for very long, Gen got lost quite often and was too vain to ask someone for directions. This way, she could at least pretend like the girl was doing it because she wanted her to.

Rolling her eyes, Geneviève contented herself with following the girl. It was quite clear that she was only here because her rich daddy paid for it, and it was driving Gen insane. There was literally no control of who got into positions of power, as it seemed like those with money could just buy them. She realized that something similar had brought her into the position she herself was in right now, though at least she knew sort of what she was doing. This girl was just there.

Arriving in the canteen, Gen looked around. It reminded her of the soldier's canteen on Leeds. During her time with the Royal Navy, she had visited it daily, and not always gotten a lot to eat, or what she wanted. Still, it had taught her to make due with what she got, and the cuisine here was absolutely abysmal. She had made it a habit to smoke a cigarette before eating here in order to taste less. The room was pretty spacious, with a lot of the personell being seated in rows of seats. It looked quite spartanic, though there were windows that admitted a nice view outside. There was little time for reveries, however, as the Outcast by her side led her towards a secluded part in the back, which was for higher-ranking officers. Loyola was probably already there, Geneviève figured, and so she adjusted her top a bit, figuring she was presentable enough. "Signora Loyola," she said, once she came into view of the woman already awaiting her.

Bowing down before her superiour in a practiced and elegant manner, despite her stiff leg, Gen greeted the other woman. "Good evening, signora," she addressed Enma in Maltese. It was something that she had struggled with since the day she had arrived, though she was determined to learn the language properly, even going so far as having a language therapist help her with getting intonation and pronounciation correctly. "I 'ave to admit that I didn't reckon with your visit." But alas, she wasn't advanced enough yet to lead a conversation in it, so she defaulted to English. Lowering herself onto a place in front of Enma, Gen beckoned for a waiter, telling him to bring her a glass of carbonated water.

Of course, Geneviève had reckoned with not being chided, as she had been minding her tasks with the due diligence they deserved. That Enma didn't use her given name, however, was elating. She'd never really liked the name Geneviève, instead prefering the much simpler Marie, which had been the name of her mother, who had wanted her child to carry on her first name, since her family name vanished with the marriage to Gen's father. "Thank you, signora," she replied with a small nod, and lowered herself onto a seat in front of Enma, trying to be as elegant as possible, and almost succeeding. Some things she just couldn't play off, even if she was used to her stiff leg.

"How are you feeling? I hope everything is going alright?" It was more of a curtesy for her to ask, though she figured it would be improper not to. She didn't expect Enma to even necessarily tell her if something was amiss, which was alright. Gen didn't feel like mothering the other woman with a little blue extra.