All in all it had been a crap week. While Mitchell alongside Malcolm was the least affected by the death, it was nonetheless exhausting. Nina and him had never reached something like a friendship but they had tolerated and sometimes even respected each other. She had been important to George and Annie and that was what really counted. He had just wanted to quickly check on the pub (and escape the grief), when he'd spotted the growing crowd. The crowd and Maryanne. He leaned over to his friend. "Hey," he said softly. “Can you have an eye on them? Heard something about a drinking game."