[Iris watches him, her lips tightening, and then turns to lean on the railing again. When she speaks, she's looking out onto the starscape again.]

Cool your jets, lovey. I were talking more generally. I 'ave been young, I've known a lot of young people. Take it if it's useful. Leave it if it's not.

[Then she turns her head again to catch his eye, though she doesn't hold it for longer than she needs.]

It is a trick, aye. But it's never been a lie.