"I'm sorry?" She laughed, although it was more a reaction of being caught off guard than true apology. This conversation was going to be fun, James could tell. She settled into the chair with a feline's grace, crossing one svelte leg over the other. The subject matter might have been awkward, but James wore an air of confidence that said this might not have been the first time somebody had come to her with this particular complaint. Not haughty, but ready for anything.
"And who's your.." The words trailed off, and a realization turned her eyes serious. She remembered a girl expressing a similar need to chat after the anonymous post.
"Shane?" A quick note of disbelief, and she looked the redhead over with a new curiosity.