Theresa turned a bit to look at Threnody. She was starting to pull on her shirt, and typically that meant that she was uncomfortable. "You okay?" She whispered softly.
She then turned to Logan, and traced her fingers over her lips to rid it of any beer-flavored residue. "I've heard a bit about you, but I'm afraid any memory I have of you is a wee bit foggy, I'm afraid."