Ivan is crashed into, gently, from behind, by a redhead bearing a glass of red wine. "Dammit," she mutters, and then she calls out a hearty "Jerk!" in the direction of the guy who elbowed her into this one. "I'm so sorry," she says, looking up at him.

...And then the collar around his neck registers, and she pastes on a wan, raised-Catholic, oh-crap-I-just-swore-in-front-of-a-priest little smile.

"Please forgive me."