Well, we're all fucking weirdoes and incredibly proud of it, so if there isn't a fist fight then there's drinking or something breaking. [She shrugs a bit.] You've got to be at least as weird as us, if not incredibly worse, to make it, that's all! But you'll be fine. [Not that he needs her to tell him.]

Which works out pretty well for me, since I clearly needed more irritatingly hot assholes in my building. Or my bed, but I'm not too picky about the location.

[Subtlety isn't always her deal, and they're all better off for that.]