12:20ish - Fox/Rae - Main Room
But it was. "You don't know me that well," she said, taunting him, but also stating it matter-of-factly. She stayed close though, her hands sliding upward, closer to his shoulders, her dark burgundy fingernails contrasting with the lapels of his jacket. She kept her nails short, and rounded; it was hard to sew and draw with long nails.
She held his gaze for another moment before looking away, anywhere else.