She snorts out loud. Really out loud, a genuine burst of pure amusement.

'So you're a psychologist who...never mind.'

She's still chuckling to herself.

'When I came down this monrnin', noticed one o' the pans 'ad been used last nigh'. And Gene don' cook.'

Another pause while she starts whisking the eggs into the cream.

'Preten' you don' know 'im, luv, never worked with 'im. A file with his personality spelled ou' lands on yer desk. What sor' of woman would you recommend 'e be with? An' keep in min' tha' men 'ardly ever want what they think they want.'