Boyd smiled at the image of Hannah brandishing the newspaper; it was a young, carefree thing, and it seemed perfect for Hannah. It made her smile wider, and she almost forgot why they were there for a moment. Then she centered herself, and she closed the fingers of her uninjured hand around Hannah's wrist, and she pulled, even as she swung up the butt of her injured hand toward the other girl's face. She stopped short, and she looked over at Luther with a slight bounce, her ponytail bouncing along with the rest of her.