"Oh, she did bring it up to you! I'm sorry--women are a hundred times worse than men when it comes to certain things, despite popular stereotype." That's apparently what Hasibe wanted to know, and there's more laughter, this time, half-smothered behind her hand.

"I don't know a lot about Ivan yet. I guess I should do the fussy, stern, protective thing--I dated Ilde's dad when I was younger, it'd be appropriate--but I'm not very good at it. He seems all right for her."

They reach the door to the abandoned building she was going for, and she swings it open with nary a trace of difficulty, so either it was somehow not locked, or Hasibe took care of that in her own fashion.