Shimmer had gone from being a one-woman life of the party to looking on in mortal dread at Cian.
"B-b-b-b-boat thief!"
She was already half-way to pointing nervously at the guy when Shimmer realised her own impulsive body language was probably marking her out, all the more. She needed cover! Quick!
So, with a miniature squeak, she quickly shoved her face downwards, looking at the floor and walked briskly over to somewhere between Derek and Brian.
"Oh, hey, guys! Ball games and sports and, uh... Weather and... So, how about that football game, last night, eh? Let's huddle together and talk about stuff!"
She was already reaching for the remains of her glass of water.