Kitchen: Hugh & Hannah & Zee
Zee couldn't remember the last time she'd been to a house warming party such as this. The sorts of parties she was invited to these days were either family functions, on the occassions when she was state side and in Kentucky, or with complete strangers she'd met in her travels. Those sorts of parties were a similar feel to this one in that she'd typically only know one person and have no choice but to mingle. But the one person she typically knew was never someone she'd known for long. Someone she'd met during a translation gig or at a hostel or in the supermarket. And the parties were more like dinner gatherings than anything else.
This was a view of the life Hugh had now, of which she was still learning, and was substatially larger. Which was alright. She could mingle and socialize and introduce herself. And she had. For a tick, at least. But the exterior of the party had a pull for Zee as well and she'd been lured out into the crisp night, taking a break from the people when she needed, before moving back inside once she was ready.
She'd purposefully not sought out Hugh after he'd left her side, figuring he'd come to her if he wanted to introduce her to anyone imparticular or whenever he was ready to go. Having just stepped back into the house a few moments before, with the DIY mask pushed up her face, she made way for the kitchen with an aim for one of the goodies she'd tried upon arrival. And then perhaps afterward she'd turn her attention to meeting people once again.
She lifted her head as she stepped through and then there was an expression of recognition. She hesitated for a microsecond, as if trying to decide whether she should turn and return where she'd come from to give them more time, or whether she should make her presence known. She went for the later, lifting a hand in greeting. "Just popping in for a plate."