Anna doesn't bother to answer the assistant, merely putting away the phone and following them into the office. It's a little less gaudy than she was expecting but the thrum of naquada in her blood quickly draws her attention to the man at the centre of the room, the reason she's here.

"I hadn't noticed." She answered airily, her host's voice tinkling pleasantly as she respectfully inclines her head. In response to the dismissal she flicks a finger and her guards immediately departed to wait outside, the female lo'tar assistant quietly retreating to a corner of the room, head bowed respectfully.

Astarte on the other hand advances to peer curiously at the file, crystal blue eyes flicking between it and Ba'al inquiringly. "Indeed, and who might he be?" Some of that question can be answered from the details in the file, but exactly what Ba'al wanted done with him only he could divulge.