His smile was easy to return; she liked this guy. Something about him felt familiar, but not; right, maybe. Like maybe they were kindred spirits. Or maybe she would have thought that, if Fiona thought in terms of things like "kindred spirits" - but at the end of the day, she couldn't deny that she had a good feeling about this guy and this place.
Her kinda people. Her kinda place.
"Trust me, boss, I don't have the rack to get too unprofessional." She grinned at him. "Just kidding. I know how to keep things respectable. Mostly."
Then, the thought just having struck her, she asked,