Lucy smiled, her mind full of questions. What were Megan and Susan doing? And Wayne? She couldn't ask them all at once, so she kept quiet, her arm still linked with Hannah's. She wasn't going to let her go until she'd found out everything. "That's amazing," she said again, unable to think of any other word for it.
She squeezed Hannah's arm briefly, feeling a flash of guilt that she had left them behind so easily. It had seemed safest, most sensible. Why go back to a world she couldn't defend herself in, even though the war was supposedly over? "I sort of remember, him and his friend."
As they stepped into Finnigan's, Lucy looked around. The crowd did seem to be younger than that she'd found in the Leaky. She gripped a little harder at Hannah's hand, as if afraid everyone was going to turn around and stare... It was irrational, but she felt like it must be obvious she'd been gone for so long. "It's nice," she forced herself to say. "Busy."