Now she knows about Shabby's lust for Caoimhe, she decides on immediate action. To probe the love interest, but without revealing anything.

Which proves to be very tricky indeed.

Shabby is aghast that Ife might be about to let the cat out the bag, and runs off.

And Ife unsubtly engages the Irish lass with a series of questions about the kinds of people she might be interested in.

Caoimhe must suspect what is occurring here ... surely?