Jemma had been swamped with work since the final battle- everyone was celebrating. She was too young when the Dark Lord fell last time, but she wondered if this was what it had been like then too. It was all she could do to make sure everyone had their drinks and she was just glad that she didn't completely despise her job- even if she was embarrassed and hoped no one she knew really came in.
When she heard the familiar voice she took a slow breath, figuring it was bound to happen eventually. Then again, Cass wasn't in much of a place to judge her for joining the workforce... She smiled at him and took a moment to lean on the bar.
"Hey there stranger, how are you doing?" She couldn't imagine having gone through what he had and the fact that it could have easily happened terrified her.