She couldn't help but feel faintly proud of her success, even though it was followed by a sense of sheepishness. It was just a practice run, really, but at least she hadn't completely screwed it up. Hannah gave Luther a faint smile, a stark contrast to Boyd's hug. She was beginning to realize how affectionate her friend was, but it amused her more than anything.
She grinned at Boyd, slipping the newspaper out of her hand and curling her own hand around it. "Give it your best shot."