Ferrier laughs, just faintly, and slowly pushes herself back to her feet from her chair, beckoning Erin back to the kitchen to show her how they handle breakfast in the house—a very different story from how Crabb usually deals with breakfast, since she's often the first out the door, getting her to eat in the apartment is like the opposite of summoning an outdoor cat.

It's still a little while longer before Crabb stirs, let alone before she wakes up enough to wonder if last night was a dream and then to confirm that it wasn't with the note. Between the use of her first name, the realisation that Ferrier knows before she's even out of bed, and the mental image of Erin in her shirt, it's another few minutes before she can compose herself enough to get dressed.

Despite all that, she's still fussing with the buttons of her other shirt over her under-shirt and has her tie loose when she comes out to find them, rapping her knuckles on a doorframe and giving them both a Look.

"Taking advantage of me sleepin' in a bit to talk about me, ey?"