She'd established that he wasn't in the coffee shop by that point, and had been keeping an eye on the door- fortunate, really. She snaps the mirror shut to fix him with a stare, their eyes locking.

Now, that was quick. Very quick. How had he done it? Her face wasn't on the network. She'd met a man who could know somebody on sight before- but he had been one of a kind.

She'd have to ask him. For now, she just murmurs, "Got you." They're too far away from each other and cafe is too noisy for it to be audible, but her expression and the movement of her lips are clear.

But he got her too, she has to admit that. Either that or he's just very, very lucky, and Irene's not sure she believes in that level of coincidence.