"I am certain." There is nothing that she wants from this woman. Not at this time, however. "We rarely interact, save for rent arrangements and occasional meal overlap. We have very different schedules." She assumes. She glances at York when he squeaks, and smirks at him, relaxing against the back of the couch. He'll have to shove her off his lap to displace her.

Anyway. "He's turning some interesting colours out of nervousness, I should hand the phone back before he thinks you're revealing terrible childhood stories to me."