Definitely not Charles' estate. Or any city she's been in. Moira sighed, poking at the rather clunky radio phone in her hands. She had her gun easy to access while she juggled the phone and her bag, and despite her apparent absorption in the phone she was very much aware of where she was and who was around her.

At least until she dropped the damn phone and her bag, the contents and phone spilling out everywhere. Moira dropped to her knees, careful of her stockings, and started picking up her belongings, cursing quietly under her breath in Russian and German.