[ Ah, right, this person must be another witch— or something similar. Gus sometimes forgets, because Iona is so... normal? He's not sure if 'normal' is the right word for someone he finds so radiantly special, but she doesn't play to the stereotypes.

Gus also gets up in turn, dusts himself off and tries to salvage his mangled hair. No dice. ]

So you're her friend? Ah, Iona should've told me she has such a pretty coworker!

[ If he were a dog, his tail would be wagging furiously. ]

Has she said anything about me, then? Tall, blond, and handsome?