"Oh?" Irene purrs, swishing the drink in her glass thoughtfully. "I like detective stories too. Never come across any Johnny Gossamer- my favourite was a man called Sherlock Holmes. A real detective. We were friends."

She sips her drink again, glances off into the crowds, scanning for people, cross-referencing, remembering Sherlock now, remembering him telling her to think, charming as ever...she's looking for any of the people she thinks Steph (or Sarah) could have been tailing.

Her eyes snap quickly back to hers. Suddenly, her voice is a little more brisk, though her smile is in place nonetheless. "Anyway, as it so happens, I might be some use to you."