"Um...yeah, I guess that's fair," she said awkwardly; how often was it that the white guy got uncomfortable over racial jabs? It was bizarre to say the least, much like the rest of their interaction leading up to that moment. Nothing was starting out in any kind of typical fashion, and her mother would surely die if she ever heard of what was going on, even if it really wasn't anything at all at the moment.<br/><br/>"A good chuckle? Hardly. Everyone in your position across the aisle owns a half a million dollar home, if not more. Is anyone really convinced a guy like you lives in a 1-story colonial? It's practically a prerequisite to so much as have a shot at getting into Washington, isn't it?" she shrugged casually; now that he acknowledged her as the interloper she was, there was no more pretense, though it still felt wrong somehow to be speaking so candidly, especially with her employer. She resolved to tone it down until she could make sense of everything.<br/><br/>A strange question occurred to her. "How should I dress? I mean...okay, well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I always joke with my friends that guys like you dine in three-piece suits all the time, even casually, and that you wear a tie to bed. In truth, I'm sure it's like...jeans and a t-shirt or something."