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[ She doesn't know what to say. Or, well, she does, but she's not sure if vocalizing her thoughts will absolutely torpedo the rest of the night and she's not sure she wants to do that when Claude seems to actually be pleasant for once. Or at least less frustrating. She sighs and shakes her head at him as she follows to the door. ]

I'll tell you my thoughts on your intentions later.

[ She'll just put that off and step inside instead. The dull roar of the people inside is pleasant, honestly - and so are the smells of the food! Her eyes widen a little and then she glances back at Claude. ]

Well - here -

[ She holds her hand out for him. ]

So we don't separated in the crowd.