"About a month and a half," Audrey said, trying not to insert herself into whatever was happening between Jughead and Betty. She could feel it out well enough, there was no problem in that at all, it was just that they were all three standing there, each equally confused about the situation for entirely different reasons. But there was no sense in keeping some dumb charade going when it was clear Betty was already putting the pieces together.
"Jughead got here a little bit after I did and he was the first person who spoke my language so I guess I latched onto him. And it was a shitty situation anyhow. A CLUE-themed murder mystery in Blitzkrieg era London the bonus of HYDRA dropping covert messages all over the place and someone supposedly on our side obviously being a plant for them in addition to having at least one killer on the loose after I just got done putting down a fucking killer back home. So I wasn't really in the best state of mind through the whole affair. But Juggy kept me stable. Mostly. And I kept him from getting Hulk-smashed. Mostly."
She sighed and leaned back against the shelf again, running her hand through her hair. Audrey looked over at Jughead for a moment, just to make sure that he wanted her to say it - not that she wasn't going to say it anyhow, but she wanted that reassurance - and then braced her hands on the edge of the shelf as she turned her head in Betty's direction again.
"The rest didn't happen until about a week after we got back from London. Twenty-seven days, but who's counting? And for the record, I came onto him pretty hard." She rubbed her thumb across her lip and shook her head, "I have a girlfriend back home. And you might have noticed that I'm not... I don't... I'm really fucking queer. So this," she motioned between her and Jughead, "is anomalous for both of us, I think. But I can't say I regret anything because that would be unfair to everyone and it would be a lie."