The man once again returned to face her and that smirk did little to comfort her. But Lucy had determined she would stand her ground no matter how much she wanted to run away. Although running only meant he would follow, so perhaps staying was the lesser of the two evils. “It is a pleasure to put a name to the wolf, Mr. Jameson.” She replied with a pleasant smile. “I’m Miss Lucille Flint.” She curtsied and looked back up at the two eyes boring into her from his mask. This was more of a game she knew how to play than whatever he had been getting at.