"Your apartment, really," Irene says, highly amused, her eyes glittering. She can guess that that wasn't entirely intended to sound as it did, but she admires Kaitlyn for taking the plunge and trying to make it seem intentional rather than panicking or apologising.

And then there's the question of her job. Irene gives a private sort of smile, as if they're co-conspirators; "I misbehave." It's intentionally vague. "And it makes for an exciting work night more than anything. Don't worry, I'll talk about anything in public- no sense in letting what strangers think get in the way of fun, is there?"