"Breaking in implies that you don't want her here. I have the feeling no one does anything here that you truly don't want them to." She came back to him then and did not hesitate an instant before fluidly dropping herself into the booth directly beside him despite the very vacant seats opposite. She deliberately bumped his hip with her own for good measure and twisted to face him with an easy grin at the corners of her mouth.
"What are you drinking? It smells lovely. Quite rude to have an old friend over and not offer them some, by the way." She was entirely teasing, of course... she seldom drank, if ever, but could not resist the opportunity to rib him a bit more. Poor Kennet. She supposed that being in charge of such a crew probably left him open to quite a bit of harassment, but she couldn't bring herself to feel too sorry for him. She'd always enjoyed the process of provoking him; in her younger days she had considered it a victory, although back then he had been a bit more receptive to it.