There's still a tiny coil of alarm that springs loose when they talk about it out loud but the more they talk, the easier it gets. The tension leaves Robin as quickly as it came and she recovers in time to elbow Steve again. "It's gotta be one of those 1940s pinups or nothing," she tells him firmly. "That's classy."

A chime comes out of her phone and Robin checks the notification. "Damn. Nile really tells you everything. Hamster paradise is two stops away."