"Delightful to meet you, Sarah," Irene says, eyes narrowed as she smiles- her expression should be feline, really, and in fact she's going for that, but it's not quite soft or pretty enough. Reptilian might be a better word.

"But wait. Just ten seconds."

Another test. How does she react? What is she thinking?

As she muses, Irene slips a hand into her bag and comes up with a pen. "Give me your hand," she suggests, twirling the pen between her fingers, a smirk tugging on her lips. "Or something to write on."