Oh, okay. [ That slightest loosening of tension in his shoulders, an odd relaxation. ] I was wondering if that was who you meant. We've... met. She doesn't really mince words, does she?

[ Luther's voice is rueful but approving -- although he grinds to a halt, then, on what in the world to follow that up with. She's alright? I like her? He did, well enough at least, but it was impossible to describe George after that shared dream, which had trampled over intimacies never meant to be shared. Things he now knows about Shaun, in front of him. So in the end, he settles for the most carefully-phrased niceties: ]

She must be glad to have her family back. I know I would be, if I'd come here without mine.