Hannah & Ehren
He saw her at a beer merchant, obviously paying way too much money for a beer. The thought was nice though, and it made him smile to watch the vendors face light up. Fitz had promised someone would be watching her, to see what they could do to help her, but it didn’t hurt to do his own recon.
Walking up to her he gently placed his hand on her forearm. “Hannah Ryers.” He said, gently turning her around to face him. “Ehren, from the beach?” He offered in case she didn’t remember him.