"He wasn't the only one that week, and—" since Janet has said she enjoyed Sagramore, Susan shan't say 'nothing to write home about,' actually. "—I've got stronger memories which far overshadow any sex I was having then. Playing darts with a gorgeous woman, for example." Susan lets her hand drop to Janet's knee for a squeeze, and then she leans forward to start mixing them each a second drink. "But your time in the closet. You're alright?"