"Well, if you can find a bloke with eleven fingers..." Essery rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "I'm not picky. Someone I can carry on a conversation with who doesn't spend that time staring at my breasts would be a start..." and oddly enough, she flashed to a very recent game of chess and a very surprisingly good conversation, and smiled. That sort of conversation.
Then she tried to push the idea away, and looked back at her brother. "Single, out of the closet, no wife and children who have no idea? No horrible body odour......"