"Good riddance, I say," the woman said, now closer than before. My eyes went over to her. She had a small smile on her face; moving her clipboard and holding her hand out. When she realized that I wasn’t going to shake anyone’s hand, she pulled it back but her smile remained. "Nice to see that pain in the arse taken care of. But where are my manners, Evelyn Dawson. Head of the Department of Magical Transportation."