Hannah tilted her head slightly, observing the woman's profile in front of her. She was nervous, that much was obvious, and Hannah didn't need her background in healing to see that. "The first of September always has that nostalgia, doesn't it?" she said cheerfully, turning fully to face the other woman. "Lucy!" she gasped, a large grin spreading across her face.
"Lucy Spinks I hardly recognized you." Stepping back, Hannah took in the whole sight. "Oh, you look lovely." Much better than her own rumpled and slightly stained clothes, tragic casualties to a day serving at the pub. "How have you been? Are you well? Oh, you just have to come to Finnigan's with me and get a drink. I'm sure everyone would love to see you!"