That earns an eyebrow quirk from her. Really? Really. That is your attempt at flirting? That. That? How long have they kept you here, man, because obviously it has been way too damn long. She resists the urge to roll her eyes. By some miracle, she manages.

"Really?" she says, hopeful and actually managing to purr, affecting - well. Shut in who hasn't gotten out much, either, that jumps at the first compliment she hears. But at least she can actually flirt. So she's got that going for her.

"I haven't been called alluring before," she adds, giggling, and - what, what do ordinary women do in these situations. ... Probably run, from that smile, but if he were actually flirting competently. She puts her coffee down and goes with hair twirling. Ha. Ha.

(She's going to wipe everyone in this room of this conversation. Everyone. No one must know.)