Clem immediately notes that Con is off. When he enters the room he notes the fireplace, then moves right from the door away from it. This is notable because the ork had moved right upon entry, and this was the first time the two had ever entered a room together and not moved in separate directions to keep from crossing potential fields of fire. She was so shocked at his action she almost commented, but then she saw him do something else odd. When he moved, instinctively, to the closest chair to the Johnson, after little more than a step he changed course to her other side, a tactical mistake for many reasons, but it was furthest from the fireplace.
Torley also noted the behavior, but simply read the unfamiliar fear in his actions, having a magical sense of such things and no tactical wherewith-all to judge anything else. Mastering his surprise as a matter of course, the thought about his teammate were quickly driven out by the perceptions coming about their potential employer.
There was nothing artificial about her smile, but the was definitely something about her that nagged at the edge of his mind, but the plain bit that he read were the mistakes his team had already made as they sat down.
1) She clearly wanted more from them than merely names, she wanted to assess their capabilities, including their ability to EXPLAIN their capabilities.
2) She clearly knew they were missing someone, and that was a problem for her.
He already knew the final error, but his abilities kept him from registering the self-criticism as she gave voice to it, with no hint to the unaware that there was anything amiss.
"No, why would I? What connection would we have beyond the job at hand Mister Torley?"
Their connection through the Club was A SECRET, bound in magic. Clever asides and half unspoken truths would not keep that bond from severing itself from him, from her, and from Sammy.