There's not many people that can sneak up on Irene, which is why she's not particularly worried when someone manages it, because she can only think of four people who can. So she's mostly unconcerned when she feels hands on her shoulders and looks to see who it is, and downright pleased when she sees Saturday.

"Good to see you, dear," she says warmly, leaning up to kiss Saturday's cheek in return. She reaches a hand up to take hold of Saturday's wrist, pulling her around and into her lap if the girl will allow.