Sunny looked up at the familiar voice, picking out Felix immediately. He was going to stand out wherever he went--something she experienced and understood very well--but here, well... yes. Yes he did.

And she was delighted that he'd decided to stand out here.

Though her bright smile easily gave way to smirking. "You live on an island which--issue of three very different countries aside--gave rise to haggis. Pot, this is kettle. He's black."

The bantering tone and challenging expression left when she turned her gaze to his companion, though. She recognized him from the splatter the tabloid press had been trying to make, and from one very brief encounter that had not lasted long enough to involve the exchange of names. "You must be Shannon."