When he didn't answer her question she took a silent, deep breath and felt her shoulders tense, but she continued perusing the shelves as if nothing was the matter at all. She stopped at a particularly boring looking volume on Cornish pixies and pulled it out with her free hand. Reading the back cover, she sipped at her wine, content to let him ignore her.
Of course she was fine. What did he even mean "how've you been?" That was ridiculous.