Molly studied her coffee for a few moments to cover her sensing out for anything or anyone that might be up to no good. When she came up with nothing that registered on a mystical level she took a sip of the coffee then glanced around. She did a bit of a doubletake on the guy a few seats down, her lips parting.
"...Nelson?"
Memories flashed in her head. Harry yelling at her. Her mom yelling at her. The White Council yelling at her, though that was all auditory since she'd been wearing a hood. Monsters yelling. Cold. Bitter, soul chilling cold. It all made her blink rapidly and pale before she shook her head a little bit.