"Well, since you're... you know." Kit made a gesture that may have communicated what she was trying to say John and the dark-haired man were, but that more likely failed miserably to get across any point at all.

"Since the two of you are... are. Sharing a room. And all that," she managed finally. She was blushing again; she knew it, and she hated it.

Still wasn't jealous, though.