Fred/Helena and whoever else is good people!
While Fred was able to joke that comment off, Helena was not. Her smile fell, lost in the flow of beer and other alcohols that was going about the room around them now. George was not the first, and he more then likely wouldn't be the last, to assume that Fred was her date. Or she was his date, however that worked. The thing was, Helena didn't see where it was coming from. In her mind, they were just good friends, and that was it. She just didn't see what everyone else saw.
"I am sorry. I need to get some air for a minute." The pub suddenly seemed too stuffy.