"You're welcome," Abby replied, offering another smile. She shifted her weight again, a little uncomfortable, and her gaze flickered to the rooftop, wondering if Thomas could see her. She looked back to Rena, blushing faintly.
"Oh, you work there?" There was a faint tone of surprise in Abby's voice, and she looked back to her feet, about the court yard, her gaze moving all over, rather like a nervous colt who was ready to bolt at the slightest urging. "I hear the owner is a good man. Not the type to have a fit over a bit of spilled ale..."