Erin sits herself, returning to stirring her coffee. Sane amount of sugar this time but she still loves it sweet.

"I don't play those games," she returns in a soft voice. "They stopped being fun when I was still a teenager and they're...repulsive, to me, these days. If I want a fling I'll ask for one." Erin smiles faintly over her cup. "You know, I asked her what she was doing walking out with a bad girl like me, and Crabb said she was sick of pretense. I don't think she was mentally prepared to be agreed with."