"It's nice to see you too. Like, nice to actually. You know. See you. Without the - you know -" she mimes, acting as though she's putting a motorcycle helmet onto her head. "Not that that isn't nice too, but like I told the last Hooq date I had, it's sometimes nice to put a face with the torso." She wasn't above swiping right on six-pack abs and rippling pectorals.

She seems a little bit more visibly relaxed now that she's speaking with someone a little familiar. There was a stiffness to her shoulders that has loosened up, and the smile on her face is warmer and more natural, a bit less practiced than it had been moments ago.

"I mean, they put me up in a pretty luxurious hotel and gave me access to some funds and things, so luckily I'm not just running around in the clothes I arrived in." Because that could have been awkward, and constantly wearing a trench coat - no matter how stylish - to cover it up would have gotten ludicrous at some point. "Comfort's weirdly less of an issue than one might have expected it to be? Mostly I'm just trying to acclimate and catch up. You know how it is - new town, new people. There's the danger of everything from finding a bad nail technician to finding a bad baddie."