Their eyes had met only once during the car journey to Greenwich, very briefly, but still long enough to elicit an air of curiosity towards each other rather than one awkwardness or intimidation. He yearned to know more about this strange woman who sat beside him, she appeared extremely dour, why so? He had made it evident at the Buckingham Arms that he lacked the eloquence to resolve his curiosity. He had hoped if he looked at her long enough she would guess his intentions and respond.
"How come you live in Greenwich?"
Vladimir raised a brow, not once had he told her where he lived. He was just about to confront her on the subject until he reminded himself of what her occupation was. There must be a great deal of information about him which she had access to - some of which he would much rather forget himself, but no matter how much he tried to be disgusted - he could only feel indifferent.
"I used to live in Somerset but moved closer to London because of work, Greenwich had adequate housing which I could afford at the time" He embellished his response with his hands.
He paused for a moment and reflected upon the brief conversation they had at the Buckingham Arms, "You gave me an option to stay at my own home, however, an agent had to shadow me. Who will that agent be?"
"It has been arranged that I monitor you, unfortunately, this cannot be changed."
He retreated to the window gave a melancholy sigh. At present, he'd much rather be at home on his own knowing Christopher was still alive and ignorant of MI5's existence, but that was not to be. This crime would be resolved or archived and soon enough he would be at work and carrying on as usual.
They continued to exchange questions about the arrangements for the duration of the ride to Greenwich, hoping that the opportunity would provide some clarity on the subject.