They meet an old friend of John's at a pub. He's a middle-aged man with long, greying brown hair and a long beard and too many silver rings. He's dressed all in black and he carries a cane. Gemma thinks he looks like Rasputin.
"And who is this?" he says politely and without a Russian accent. He's English. Gemma is almost disappointed.
"My niece," John replies.
"Getting into the business, are we?" he says. He smiles at her. She can't help but smile back.
"Yeah," she says. "Family business."
He winks. "It is, indeed."