Kenzi's stink-eye increases as Jackson presses the line of inquiry. What is this guy's deal? He couldn't take a hint?

"I got an invite in the mail like everyone else here, Hope." In reference to Sherrinford Hope, London's greatest fictional detective - as penned by Sir Doyle.

Kenzi pours herself another drink and makes to walk away, hopefully he won't try to grill her anymore but ...she's never actually been that lucky.