A slow smile spreads across Irene's face. It's utterly genuine. It's always nice to find someone who shares an opinion with you, of course- but more than that, she enjoys how Ilde phrases it. She certainly doesn't think she's tripped up anywhere.

And that word- boring- that word brings her back a bit. Boring. Sherlock Holmes' favourite insult. In some ways, that had irritated her a little- she had always made her way in the world, had always made her own fun, while he lounged around waiting for someone to get mysteriously murdered and called the world boring in the meantime- but she has always agreed that to be boring is a cardinal sin.

"Yes." Emphatic and husky, pleased, strangely proud- you've got it. "A script- I like that. A conversation between archetypes, not people. Tedious and impersonal."