Caitlin's eyebrows raise and she smiles a little, pleasant surprise etched into her soft features as she looks back at the other woman. Diana, whom Caitlin has just met, almost seems to be prepared to set Caitlin up with someone. She'd be lying if she said the idea of that wasn't at least a little bit appealing.

"Okay, you got me," she agrees with a soft huff of a laugh and a shrug of her shoulders as her cheeks go pink. "I'm holding you to that whole introducing me to someone — preferably a handsome man — at the gala when you have one," she adds, pointing a finger with playful accusation at Diana.