"Oh, it's good to get out of your comfort zone now and then. Relax, would you? He's fine, you're fine, we're all fine. And I'm Tzipporah." She doesn't offer a last name, apparently she only goes by one. Like Liberace. Tzipporah leans in close and says, conspiratorially, "He talks about you, you know, 'Michael said this' and 'Michael did this today,' it's adorable, really. I just thought you'd be taller."
Ow.
(She hasn't gotten up, either, apparently she has no concept of personal space, but nobody really has any boundaries here; there is a lot of touching going on, almost all of it strictly platonic.)
"I thought he was screwing that photographer guy? The one with the parents in real estate? But I guess not. Speaking of the Man."