Harry had been mulling in his own thoughts as well, the noise of gunfire and chatter in the background drifting through his thoughts. There was the play this afternoon, of course. Their first real production, and although the script was good, Harry had no idea how well it would stand up in front of this sophisticated audience. Then there was the evening, and the possibility of one or two more hours of work for at least one of the boys. And then it was Katherine's voice that snapped him out of it, made him blink and sit up straight.
"Ah, forgive me, Miss Rochester." He said, with a small smile as she made herself comfortable. "I didn't realise you were going to be invited. But of course, you would be as a young lady of class. I'm just... surprised no one mentioned it to me." He said, and cleared his throat uncomfortably.