"You, uh...." Dexter leaned forward a little. "Work together?" Extra emphasis on the work. That would explain a lot, he supposed. But for some reason he'd always just sort of pictured George as the only one. He was sure that she'd said otherwise at some point, but his brain just kept going back to her being solitary in this job.
Her job.
What an odd job.
"She's a good friend of mine, too." He wanted to say more, but it felt weird. George would probably tell at some point how they knew each other, but he thought maybe it was better coming from her than him. He'd just make it sound weird.