Her eyes automatically dropped to his lips when his voice wasn't very loud. Though discomfitting on one level that he knew that secret, there was a comfort there too. Her charmed hearing aids helped immensely, but it wasn't always enough. "Richard," she said, leaning her hip against the table, giving him her attention in the noisy room.
She relaxed a bit and went ahead and grabbed a chair and slid into it. "You should. I think it's really going to help at the shop," she said. She tilted her head and looked briefly toward Chris, wiggling her fingers at him. "Yeah, I met Chris the other day and he told me I could come down. I've not been social in ages, so why not?" She shrugged, though a hint of discomfort lingered inger shoulders. Chris, after all, didn't really know her at all. "Butterbeer, and busy, " she told him. "Almost as busy as the apprenticeship, it feels like, since I'm catching up om the shop 's back log."