Janet has been - flirting. Susan can acknowledge this. Surely it's not wishful thinking, or missing anyone from back home. Clearly the rules here are different than the rules Susan is used to.

She twists a little, so that she's facing Janet more directly, and quickly finishes off this glass of prosecco. "Surely you know that you're stunning," she says. "You don't strike me the sort of girl dedicated to false modesty."