There's a moment where she considers a circuitous route, dragging it out, seeing if she can pry anything else out of him on the way, but she's already blazed in. It would be suspicious if she backed down too much, now. And she doesn't need him worrying about her, much less unnecessarily.

So she smirks, spreads the fingers of her right hand, wiggles them a bit. Then her expression sobers and she frowns, looking from her hand to his face.

"I saw something last week," she starts. Then chickens out.

"You and Mick having a moment."