[Dignity. That gets a grin out of her.] Oh, there's folks back home as would laugh at that. Sweet of you to say, though.

I'll be right back. [She holds up the bathing suit again briefly in explanation, then heads off to one of the changing rooms. Fortunately, although she's still got relatively Victorian sensibilities with regards to fashion, Sonja's practical enough that nothing she wears on a day-to-day basis is difficult to get into or out of on her own, so she reemerges in fairly short order.

She half-steps, half climbs into the hot tub across from him, eschewing the stairs in favor of just slipping over the lip of the pool.]

Sorry, didn't introduce myself. I'm Sonja Klee, late of Fallen London.