Isidor isn't sure if that was cathartic or stressful, but she folds her hands on her lap. Partly in case Jim decides to retaliate, partly to lessen the stinging of her palm. "I didn't ask you to be a disrespectful dick. If you're going to dare mention my private life with a grin like that on your face again I'd prepare for worse than a slap, if I were you."

"As far as you or Felix are concerned, it's for the cold winter coming in." She flattens a crease in her trousers. "That's more than understandable with the way the Nexus has been, anyway."