Lisa watched the room, stepping back toward the wall, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked at Padma who clearly didn't want to distress Anthony. Of course, now wasn't time. Especially not in public, but Lisa had pressing questions. Of course everyone was worried. She was, too, but after seeing Jamie's body destroyed, she wanted answers; answers she knew she wasn't going to receive.
She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Anthony. "Good luck, Anthony," she told him quietly in his ear, so that the other couldn't hear. "I hope things work out." Even as she hugged him, she resisted temptation to press her fingers into the pressure point of his collar bone and demand answers. No, that wouldn't do.
She kissed his cheek and stepped back, sending him a brief look something akin to disappointment, and took her leave. "Excuse me," she murmured, shifting her way out of the room. There was nothing more she could contribute to this pity party or this house.