After the Meal - Mingling - Hannah, Seamus & Open to friendly
Hannah pretended to be fiddling with a thread from her cardigan sleeve when Seamus told her what she knew. Her blood boiled on the inside and that spark of vengeance that crept of from time to time was ignited somewhat. "Really? I did have an impression from the way he said ...practical application."
She reached for a grape from the fruit bowl that was still on the table and popped it into her mouth - both because she was thinking and not wanting to say too much. "I don't have that class until Thursday but thanks for letting me know. Have you talked with anyone else? How are they feeling?"