Illya's expression didn't alter that April could tell. but he offered her his hand.

"Miss Dancer, a pleasure."

She took his hand and had a nagging feeling that she'd already seen him, but she couldn't place where. She was also having trouble envisioning this quiet man teamed with the gregarious Napoleon.

"Thank you, sir. Nice to meet you as well."

Illya then offered his hand to Mark.

"I am glad to see that you are getting a chance to hit the field with a partner, Mister Slate."

Mark's pleasure gave April a warm feeling, but?