Since nothing Dairine is doing on the island is likely to be so urgent it can't wait half an hour, and listening to friends' problems is a fairly important part of having friends, Dairine just nods and pulls the curtain back to let her in.

It's a mess, she signs when it drops--there are two extra computers, cords running all over the place, and the odd pile of clothes tossed in the corners--but make yourself at home. What's up?