"Thanks," she said, nodding her head. Her mind was far off, thinking about the conversation she might have with Neville and how it would go. How would she approach him? That would be the hardest part. Not being at home, she could come back to the apartment only to find it empty. Maybe he had started working overnights again just to be distracted by everything going on.
She glanced at George again, not meaning to ignore him completely. "Are you sure I can't get you anything else? A sandwich or some chips?"