Alexander had settled into his seat, his notepad left to his right hand as he nursed a steaming cup of tea in the left. He was about to return to his systematic search of the archives of information when he found himself glancing up at a blast from the past. He would know here anywhere; in fact, that he met on occasion during his tenure as the Secretary.

The warm smile that found its way onto his lips was genuine. He had considerable respect for Margaret Carter, though it was such an unfortunate turn of events that she could never see passed her moral code to join an organization that, at its root, could produce real productive change. That didn't mean that her bearing and wit wasn't appreciated.

"Margaret Carter," he said, standing and offering his right hand to her. "I would know you anywhere, and may I say what a pleasure to see you again. I see what they say about timelines is true. You were much older when we made acquaintance the first time."