James couldn't tell if it was discomfort or embarrassment that led to the rush of color in Hannah's cheeks. Her attention held considerable weight when she looked the woman over, considering or reaffirming that she was the same girl from that night. The look wasn't predatory, but it also wasn't a look that Hannah was probably accustomed to receiving from another woman.
"So," she straightened slightly and tucked the point of her elbow onto a bare knee, chin falling into the flayed cusp of her palm. "What did you need me to sign?"
The subject of that night at the club was dropped fairly easily, but James knew it's shared memory still hung in the air, contributing to Hannah's flustered embarrassment.