[Chloe doesn't say a word, opting to bury her mouth right down against the rim of her glass while the name Sullivan settles in under Charlie's skin. Poor bastard. It's not much of a secret that the pair mix about as well as oil and water on a good day. The fact that she could've been kind enough to give him at least the courtesy of a little warning hasn't escaped her-- and by this point, she's guessing it hasn't on Charlie's end, either.

Oops.]

Easy lads, flattery will only get you everywhere.

[And it should be odd, sitting opposite to a Victor Sullivan that's about twenty or so years too young to be recognizable, but time in Exsilium isn't exactly a consistent sort of creature; they've met once before. She was younger, sure, but the memories stayed stuck in, made the idea of calling this disreputable business meeting that much easier than it otherwise might've been.]

Look, we all know the Initiative gives us a reasonable allowance. Whether reasonable's enough to keep any of us happy, though...