"My turn?" she asked, leaning to sit up on the couch, reaching for her cocktail, brushing her hair back from her shoulder, one of the slim straps of her dress slipping a bit.
"Things have been going well," she said. "Moving in's been easy, I'm having fun decorating the space, I have my usual team of datables in regular rotation," she grinned at him, shifting to the edge of the couch to have a better look at him. Unfortunately, just then, a burly, surly sort of guy brushed past, sliding deliberately along her leg, the motion pushing the hem of her dress higher than she would have preferred.
"Excuse me," she said mildly, her brow arched. The guy was already looking at her - from a vantage point that made her suspect he was actually looking down her dress. Her expression took on a vaguely disgusted look, and she shifted back on the couch to make it more difficult for him to see her cleavage.
"Hey there," he said, all shoulders and repulsive arrogance as he ambled closer to her again, ignoring Vince entirely. "What's your name, baby?"