"True," Irene concedes, returning her purse to her bag and putting her hands on her hips to smile at Kaitlyn. She does her own brief up-and-down look- that is a gorgeous hair colour -and doesn't miss Kaitlyn assessing her in a similar way.

Interesting. She's about to comment, when Kaitlyn jumps in by telling her she's lovely and she's briefly wrongfooted. She gets compliments a lot and believes she deserves them, but usually she's the one directing the conversation and making the first move. Her eyebrows go up before she can stop herself from looking surprised, and then she smiles. Smirks. Similar thing, with her.

"I'm sure you don't," she says easily, eyes fixed thoughtfully on the other woman. "Try the evening crowd; people are better-looking when it's dark. And I'm just exploring- Dog Fenn isn't usually my haunt."