Arrivals & Drinks
Hannah eyed him doubtfully, but the corner of her mouth quirked up toward a smile, betraying her. "Are you sure I can trust you with those?" she said as they approached the door to Marietta's flat. Really, it was a little odd that she'd have to pretend to be seeing the place for the first time, considering she'd spent the better part of a day here already. Though, if she needed a reminder of whose body she was in tonight, she couldn't have asked for a better one than the brush of her skirt against her new tattoo. It was nearly healed, thanks to the salve and potions the artist had given them at the end, but the skin was still pretty sensitive. "Because I already let you eat all of the extras," she added as she raised her hand to knock on the door.