There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

That sounds like a plan. I was going to get out of this uniform anyway.

[She grins. Given their discussion she has no worries about anything getting out anyway; Dick is clearly well versed in discretion. And at this point if anyone at work heard she slept with someone they would likely congratulate her for getting back out there, knowing how she hasn't since before she even met them. She has a lot less to lose now that she's not working a classified job.

Guin lets Dick settle the tab because she has something else in mind: a little thank-you for the invite out in the first place, though she hopes they'll be too distracted to remember it. Once he lets her know where she's going she says.] I'll stop on my way and pick up dessert. You bought the drinks, I can spring for some snacks for us to unwind after.

[After they burn off some calories.

She meets him on the street outside his building not too long later - there's not much of a line for donuts at this hour - holding the bag of Krispy Kremes. But that's absolutely not what she's thinking about as she follows him inside. There's a nervous excitement of wanting this to be good for both of them warring with that impulsive part of her that tells her to stop thinking and just do whatever she wants. Which is at that moment to say something much dirtier than she's said the whole rest of the night as they take the elevator up to the roof. It's part flirt and part joke delivered with a smirk.] I'm not going to be upset at all if you end up eating my pussy instead of the donuts, by the way.