"Now, that does sound exciting." Swords, now that was a skill she had not tried her hand at yet. Who knew when such a thing could come in handy? Not to mention, Phryne had to think it would be more than a little dashing. Damsels in distress were all well and good on paper, but while they were usually thrown in to add flavor (if not simply a 'prize') to an adventure story, it was not a role she had any intention of taking up herself. No, the protagonist hero always had a much more exciting time of it.

She did like the way his smile pulled up around his words. As much as she did conversations that held such promise of entertainment, and men with rakish smiles.

After making a small show of looking around them, she leant in conspiratorially and spoke as if it were some great secret and they might be overheard, "Motorcars."