In her dealings with Her, LeVert and Mirjana, Shelbie came across the Queen of Blackmail’s accountant, one @PennyGreene. Clad in just a bathrobe after a time posing as a dog, the Major takes a seat beside the Englishwoman on a bench in Rothclyffe’s courtyard garden.

“So, how long have you worked for Madame LeVert?” She asks as neutrally as possible.

@ShelbieHinton Unfazed by Shelbie's nudity, having seen plenty of it in her time working for LeVert, Penny takes a moment to take in the nice view sitting beside her.

"Feefteen yeers an' coonting. She's a good boss."

@PennyGreene Seeing Penny’s reaction to her attire, or lack thereof, Shelbie shrugs out of her robe so that the Brit can admire her further.

“You have a mind for numbers, yeah? A redheaded precog once told me that I’d end up with a woman just like you, Ms. Greene.” Bold as brass, Shelbie is.

@PennyGreene “Would you like to get dinner? Tonight works for me.” Shelbie places a gentle hand on the accountant’s thigh.

@ShelbieHinton The smirk on Penny's face grows into a larger smile.

"Aye. Werks fer me toe! 'Ere's me nomber."