June grinned sheepishly in spite of herself. She wasn't sure if she was being shy or if she was embarrassed for him. Did he really go there, go for the month routine with her name? Still, it was endearing in a peculiar sort of way. Maybe - probably - it was that wink he threw out. June would bet that he had charmed his way into and out of many situations in his lifetime. Anyway, she felt a little funny giving thanks for his compliment to her name. It wasn't like she'd picked it out, nor is that really something that required a thank you. Instead, she pulled something out of left field, as June was prone to doing when she didn't know what else to say. Naturally she operated on a stream of consciousness base that made little sense to anyone but herself, but she tended to blurt out whatever came to mind in conversations.
"And yet you aren't stuck in these uniforms," was the tease she had let out in reference to his working for the hotel as well. She hated her uniform. Hated it. Wanted to watch it burn. It was hot and unflattering, and she really didn't think having shirts that matched the carpet was very necessary...especially when you picked the most grotesque shade of green from the carpet to match.
June's cheeks flushed a murderous red when she realized what she was doing. Talking to a Rochester was one thing, but complaining about her uniform - her job by association - was appallingly unprofessional.
"Sorry," she managed out after a hasty string of stammering.