9:00 - Mia & Dante
"And you could—" The kid's hand twitched, and Dante was there.
Right in his face, he stared the vet down. "You're bothered. I see that. But it's not at us." His voice was low, quiet and close, like it was just the two of them. "You're working through something. I get that. That's why I'm not gonna ask you to apologize. What I am going to suggest is that you go on your way and find a way to let off some steam. But that's not going to be here. Got me?"
The fire didn't go out in Kent's eyes, but it was certainly tempered by reason. He tiled his chin a little, just a quick jerk of his head. It was as close to an apology as Dante knew the guy was capable of at the moment. He'd been there. A few times. He got it, and wasn't about to begrudge whatever Brightstar was dealing with. The kid shoved his mask back into place and went another direction down one of the branching paths without regarding Mia at all.
Dante turned back to her, and noticed the fallen glass. His smile was apologetic. "You all right? Should I grab another drink for you?"