Her smile widens, and she remembers what it feels like to be touched by someone who really, truly cares for her. Her free hand waves, dismissing the compliment. "Still an excellent liar, I see." It's cheeky, joking, not at all accusatory. She hasn't lost her wry sense of humor after so long.

She's still very aware of the eyes watching them, though most everyone has gone back to doing what they were before, or at least pretended to. She gestures toward the door with a jerk of her chin.

"Perhaps we should..."