Perhaps predictably, she fights down a scoff and sits back up so that she can lean on both of her legs. "You pullin' my leg?" Lena asks, keeping her voice low in turn. "Look, you ain't gotta explain yourself t'me. It's your life, you know? I'd say I wouldn't tell anyone but--well. Bit late for that, innit?"

She shrugs, holding out her hands to either side of her legs.

"Either way, I'm happy for you, love."