Benevenuta is laughing, as she turns to meet Irene - there isn't a pause for recognition, not here, not when they are more than familiar with each other by now. With as much of each other as either of them are inclined to share with anyone, anyway; she chooses not to let herself worry about how much that is and is not, because she doesn't have to right now and because she enjoys it.

It is worth thinking about, the levels on which their names are becoming linked; lately, though, it's not the politicians most likely to get her into trouble.

“I was wondering what happens,” she says, tilting her head, confiding; there's a bright glint in her eyes that hints at some kind of recklessness she must so rarely give any part of herself to. “They say it is perfectly safe, it is there are wards, but I wonder...what happens, exactly.” If she jumps.