Interesting and refreshing, it turns out. "It seems like such a small thing," Kalinda opines, and not unkindly, "but I suppose sometimes it's the small things that make transitions like these bearable." That he's part of her cohort means he hasn't been here long, leaving her feeling safe in the assumption that he is still transitioning.

The slip in his mask isn't lost on her, but it isn't commented upon either. It's merely filed away in her mind for later reference. Evidence of something that will be clearer when given further context. "You're welcome," comes almost belatedly, but not as if it was nearly forgotten entirely. More that its placement was a calculated one.

"Join me." It's almost more demand than it is request or an offer, the seat to her left pointed to casually by right hand. Look, see? There's a chair. It's unoccupied. It could be yours. That she didn't leave his robe draped over it in the first place, rather than the back of her own, speaks to how she didn't want to seem she was expecting company.

You can't make a catch without a hook, however. "You're not used to smiling."