Regan tucked her clutch into one of the large pockets on her coat and then shoved her hands into her pockets. "Thanks," she said, falling quiet as she turned to leave, not even saying goodbye to her family.
It didn't take them long to leave the building, and she turned on the street, still quiet as they walked. She was still tense, her thoughts racing, and after a block and a half, she ducked into a small pub, not even caring at the looks she got for her evening dress as she slid into a booth.