She didn't miss how the atmosphere changed suddenly, and Minerva couldn't tell what it was but she knew it was something to do with her - obviously - and Ronan's voice was suddenly not too friendly anymore.
Ah...she had kissed Ben back. Minerva sighed internally. Gods, they're all alike.
"Never have known it to happen - so silly of me to suggest it," Minerva replied, her voice devoid of the previous bright charm. She cleared her throat.
"You know what? You blokes seem to have got everything sort out amongst yourselves and I'll just be a nuisance. Ronan, again good to meet you," Minerva said, standing up.
She reached into her bag, finding her fags and lit one up before putting the chair back to where she had found it.
"Enjoy your evening gentlemen," Minerva said, smiling broadly, then exhaled smoke primly over her shoulder.