For a moment, Integra just gives Jack a bit of a blank look - not disarmed, really, but it's clear something just happened that she isn't quite computing. The look and the... compliment...? contrasted with him being familiar with her formal titles is unlike anything she's run into before. But it's not something she clings to, and that blank look is gone in a heartbeat.

"It hasn't been deliberate evasion," she tells him. "We don't have a terribly active PR department, as it were, and the sudden influx of arrivals has made us all a bit busy." But she did indeed notice Jack's keen interest from the get-go; it had made her wary, at first, but by now she feels fairly confident that this man is not the one she shared a city with in months past. "My office is this way-" she begins walking, gesturing for him to come with her. It's up a staircase and down a hallway, stone-lined and far less comfortable than the lobby but very functional. Such is life in a medieval structure - at least her office is well furnished. Once they're both seated, she begins again.

"I feel it would be unnecessarily obscure of me to not tell you immediately that I am somewhat familiar with Torchwood; that familiarity lead me to take your application seriously without further inquiry."