Gwenog didn't bother carrying on the flirtation, as much as she'd had flings with people she worked with it usually turned out badly. Plus the healing staff usually frowned heavily on the idea, and if Alicia truly did wish to help she didn't actually want to put her off.
Following her to the bench Gwenog slid her bag off her shoulder and crossed the leg which wasn't causing her problems over the top of the one which was and listened with patience. She had it, just didn't display it too often.
"Well, in that case I'll choose to believe you for now. Especially if you're looking at this as a professional. I'm pretty sure you're too," she paused and flicked her eyes across Alicia again before deciding, "Gryffindor to go back on your word." Then a spark connected in her brain and she nodded. "Besides you don't generally use your married name. Do you? It seems you prefer to keep that quiet too." She had a slight memory of Alicia's name appearing somewhere on a Pride staff listing, or perhaps a thank you letter from the Foundation.
She took a breath and, looking across the street and not at Alicia she began with a question. "Do you recall the circumstances of the incident that lead to the injury that kept me off the pitch for two weeks in the second half of the season?" she asked. If she worked on a team that generally meant she also had more than a passing interest in what might be going on with other teams as it could and would impact the players she cared for.