Hanna tilted her head when she listened to him. "It did hurt my feelings a bit," she said quietly. She had not wanted to admit as much, and shook her wrist slightly, feeling her bracelets hit the skin there. She swallowed. "Your drawer was open. When I was in the room. But we — don't have to talk about it."

Maybe he would know what she meant; maybe he wouldn't. Hanna was not entirely sure how it would feel to keep doing this without knowing where she stood, but she didn't want to force Hudson into giving up information he had not freely offered her.