log: hannah and ren
It wouldn't be quite the truth to say that Ren had gotten used to Hannah's ways, not when his cheeks pinked slightly at her complement, but he was less taken aback by them than he had been at their first meeting, perhaps. And truthfully he was expecting something like that. He stepped in beside her, perhaps leaving less personal space than he might have with others, but at least partially because he was curious about the tickets, and indeed what they were doing here. He rather hoped that whatever his look, it would be enough to keep anyone they didn't wish away from them, because if he were being perfectly honest with himself he'd agreed to this primarily to be certain Hannah had company with whatever it was she was up to.
"And I'll tell you about it after," Ren agreed. "But yes, I am curious. What is it that we've got here?" He glanced up towards the line. It required tickets, whatever it was. And it was something the Internet said was bad. That wasn't a lot of information to go on. "What sort of an event are you bringing me into?"