Scrooge entered, leaning on his cane slightly. However, despite his uneven gait, unfashionable clothing, and pince-nez spectacles, he held his head high. He didn't know much about the position he was being pressured to accept, but this was a seller's market. For whatever reason, she wanted him, and he could use that as a way to gain things he wanted.

He entered the room, giving a little bob of his head as a cursory sign of respect.

"Good afternoon."