When Dempsey poked his head in, Hanna was twisting one of her bracelets around her wrist, studying the ceiling above them. She was sure that she had seen a tendril of something there, but she could no longer see it. She swiveled her head towards him when she heard his voice. "Oh, thank you," Hanna said, glad her traitorous mouth had agreed with her at least long enough for that. "I don't suppose you saw anyone up to anything more embarrassing?"