"Oh, hardly," she retorts with a crooked smirk. Etymologist, indeed... She thinks she can see his game, though there may indeed be no game at all.

Jane takes his arm, noticing the way his eyes dart about in the same way she realises when other friends of hers do the same thing. She gives his forearm a light squeeze with her hand.

"Are you expecting trouble, John?" When she says his first name, it's with a somewhat more gentle tone than she'd been using his title.