"Camilla Macaulay." Polite, she offers her hand. Pale delicate fingers, someone who doesn't work with anything but a pen (or a wand), and the nails would be perfect if she didn't have an obvious habit of biting them. "Carrying a cane -- that's a very colorful habit." Camilla has had friends with the habit of carrying what are, in effect, props: Henry with his umbrella, Francis with the pince-nez whose glass is perfectly blank, no prescription at all. "I'm sure I'd remember him if I'd seen him." Amused, she adds: "Though I could just be an actress he'd hired to say all this."