"No!" Lotte said, suddenly, abruptly - breaking the earlier withdrawal. She shook her head emphatically, nails digging into her palms so deeply that they nearly drew blood. "Not - that you danced, or something- I don't know James."
She was tearing up again, she realized. Raising a hand to her eyes, she shook her once more. "I don't know how it works, but the guy was a problem - and no one freaks out if it's just a conversation but otherwise..." It wasn't that she blamed James. Not exactly. "She should attack him."