"You'd like to volunteer?" Janet's smile brightened as she shook Mary's hand. "We could always use more volunteers. I have to say, if this is your first time in the country, you have an impressive grasp of English. Where did you learn it?"

She was stunningly beautiful. It was hard to miss; the other women in the lobby were sneaking looks, as well. And if Mary really was Israeli, then she would have been in the military, or at the very least would know how to defend herself. Would she be willing to teach others? That was something Janet always wanted to do at the center, and never did because it was never feasible before - offering self-defence classes.

But she couldn't count her chickens before they hatched. Janet didn't know much about the Middle East, and she didn't want to offend Mary by making the wrong assumption about her nationality, or about her skills.