She had a firm handshake, which was something Irene approved of. And she was beautiful, another thing that gained her favor. If H.G. Wells was to be a woman, then she should be a stunning, intelligent woman, and so far she was fulfilling these requirements wonderfully. Irene had high expectations of course, but she suspected Ms Wells had the same of her. If she was hoping for a contralto courtesan she'd be sorely disappointed though; but The Woman was intending to impress in her own way.
She sat, nodding in agreement. "Couldn't concur more; I admit to missing London more than a bit. Currently, however, staying here is proving far too interesting to miss" she replied, the corner of her lips tweaking in amusement. Interesting was a mild word for it, but she wasn't going to elaborate too much. Yet, anyway.
"Please forgive me for being crass, but I gather from the boards that you were expecting an afterlife, not Kansas. This must be a bit of a let down, suddenly appearing in the middle of an apparent apocalypse." One eyebrow raised queryingly as she spoke. She had considered her own timing in arriving here a little dismal, but during ones death? That had to be every sort of disconcerting.
She picked up the menu and scanned it quickly. They still had the English Breakfast tea, which pleased her immensely; Irene didn't like to promise something and not deliver. Which was mildly ironic considering what Moriarty kept goading her about, but she wasn't thinking about that now, the present company was far more engaging.
There was also a tempting selection of cake she'd overlooked on her last visit; she'd chosen a seat without a clear line to the counter when there with Lexi. "I think I might have to indulge and have some of that gateaux as well as tea, it looks divine".
(ooc: is no bother hun! and if reposting is your only issue you're doing well XD)