Boyd's affectionate nature had stopped striking her as strange a while ago, and now it seemed almost natural. The elevator got a wary stare, but she stepped on in the hope that it would actually do what it was supposed to. The news that things had gone real bad wasn't very helpful in her attempt to relax, but she forced herself to not overreact.
"Oh." Don't ask what happened, don't ask what happened. "I know what it feels like to want to forget," she admitted, and that was enough to keep her from pursuing the topic any further. Floor after floor passed, and although the elevator slowed, it didn't outright stop at the wrong floor. "Anyway, forgetting can be good." Hannah decided right then that she would make sure that Boyd had a good time, at least. There was only a faint sense of uncertainty at the hand on her hip, but it was affection and Boyd was her friend - the closest one she'd had in a while, not to mention the fact that it did help with the relaxation attempts.