"Captain Rogers. Of course," she said in that posh English accent. She rose from her seat and took a moment to smooth down the front of her fitted black sweater dress. It had a high collar for the sake of modesty, but the fit of it made her famed curves apparent. A jade pendant hung at her collar bone, as it always did.
"No need to introduce yourself. Identifying relics is my job, after all," she teased. She closed the distance between her as her keen eyes appraised the famed man. "Please. Call me Lara."
"You’ve come to ask about the Shield of Perseus, am I right? I pulled my notes on it last night. Terribly interesting item. I searched for it in my younger years, but I could never quite get my fingers on it …"
Steve cracked a small smile as she called him a relic. A little bit of teasing sat just find with the Captain, he often went into situations assuming it would be no-nonsense. That made hit a bit easier on him and relieved his expectations.
A nod followed as she told him to call her Lara, "Only if you call me Steve.” The Captain had to admit, he was quite transfixed on the former hunter.
She told him a bit about the shield they were searching for, grateful to get the discussion going so quickly. “We believe it might be in one of the other eight known realms,” Steve replied, “We’re having trouble reaching our contacts in Asgard.”