Hannah stood in the shadows, leaning against the outside wall of the club. She was wearing the same coat as before, now wrapped tightly around her. "Not much of a summer, is it?" she said. In her right hand she was holding a cigar. "Want a puff?" she asked Sacha and grinned at her, teeth together. "It'll warm you."

"I'm not particularly cold" replied Sacha.

Hannah took a puff of the cigar. "Ah yeah, Canberra girl, I heard that. You're used to the cold, right?"

"To an extent." Sacha looked at the door of the club, and then back to Hannah. "Sorry, it was Hannah, wasn't it?" Hannah raised an eyebrow silently. Sacha pointed to the door. "You hanging out in this place?"

"This dive?" Hannah glanced at the door. "Depends who's asking." She grinned again. "Come over here, pull up a piece of wall." Sacha shrugged and went over to lean on the wall. Hannah took another puff of the cigar. "You and me, like bunnies, right now. How about it?" Sacha looked at her, shocked. Hannah was looking back at her, head tilted and mouth upturned on one side, eyes shining analytically. "So," she said, "now I know."

"Know what?"

"That you're not one of those 'lesbian equals sexual predator' types. You didn't run a mile."

"Ah, so that was a test."

"That, and I get a kick out of the look on straight girl's faces when I say that to 'em."

"Who says I'm straight?" asked Sacha.

"Who says you're not?"

Sacha looked away. "Sorry, I've kind of had enough of people jumping to conclusions about this week."

"Heard you told Alain to go fuck himself."

Sacha looked back at Hannah, surprised again. "Not quite, but I should have. How did you know?"

Hannah grinned at her. "Everything gets back to me eventually." She raised her eyebrows mysteriously. "People talk. Alain talked to Rona, Rona talked to me."

"Makes sense." said Sacha. Hannah blew out another puff of smoke. "Why the cigar?" Sacha asked.

"What kind of answer do you want?" replied Hannah. "Lewd, rude, or honest?"

Sacha shrugged. Hannah cleared her throat. "'Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.' It's the only thing I can smoke without some idiot thinking it's a penis metaphor." She grinned her teeth at Sacha. "How's that?"

"Depends, which of the three was it? Lewd, rude or honest?"

Hannah didn't answer. She pointed the cigar in the direction of Sacha. "You know, you have a habit of answering questions with questions."

"So do you, if this conversation's anything to go by."

"Sure, but I'm stoned. What's your excuse?"

"Boredom."

"Ah-ha." Hannah's eyes twinkled. "We'll see what we can't do about that."