"Yeah, I do..." she mocked with an amused look. If she hadn't been so extremely angry at him, she's be laughing her arse off. She was, though, chuckling quite a bit. He couldn't seem to hold a sentence or train of thought together, and she found it hilarious. Alex's breath caught suddenly, when he grabbed her. She was about to tell him how yes, twat, she was listening, when he mentioned Antoine. Then she remembered her guilt.
Potter wasn't here anymore, but she still felt like an arsehole. It was then she decided not to tell Hugo. Ever. Like, ever. "No, no one's here. Now, what the fuck are you doing?"