Looking up briefly from her Quibbler, Dominique spotted a girl that she knew kind of vaguely as Brenna's sister. She offered a smile, and raised her mug in a show of some sort of solidarity. Clearly, this was the place to be if you were escaping both siblings or shopping.
"Lost her?" she suggested softly before taking a sip.
It seemed neutral. Perhaps she'd lost Brenna on purpose, or perhaps she was fed up that the other girl had scooted off. Either way.