"Oh, sure," said Irene, in an echo of the narrative. "Loads of people named that. Practically like Jennifer, or David, or something. Can't go anywhere without running into three, maybe four Whispers. I bet this one was Whisper A. or whatever all through his primary school classes."

Also, yes, she'd met Zephyr. And that, over there, was absolutely her father. Look at those mannerisms!

"He seems cute."

Would Irene have had as much fun with this if not for the declarations made a few weeks prior? Who knew. But security really made it a lot easier to find this all hilarious, that was for sure.