"Oh, really?" She hesitates—but takes a seat on the bed. "Yeah, a couch would be nice. I'll have to ask about that, although I'm hoping to move out soon-ish, once I can find some work. Though I suppose that shouldn't be too difficulty; everyone needs a fix-it or a tailor now and again."

Jones blinks, and realizes that she's getting away from the topic at hand. "So... anyway." She studies the wall intently. "I don't know if this helps, but I'm sorry for any hurt feelings my, um, deception created. To be perfectly honest, it was never supposed to go that far."