She answered him, which was a step-up compared to their time at school spent pretending the other didn't exist while in close vicinity to each other, but it was almost more awkward now; they didn't have anyone else to turn around and talk to, nobody to pretend to hear calling their name, and nothing to accomplish in a short amount of time (unless Alice was in a rush, which she didn't look to be).
"No luck yet?" he asked, his gaze dropping to her hands, which were empty.
"No luck yet?" he asked, his gaze dropping to her hands, which were empty.