"What?" She had been licking her fingers for any crumbs or bits of chocolate that had stuck to them. But when she realises that he's staring, she moves her hands, almost instinctively, to her bit of glass.

"Why are you staring at me?"

His comments about cafes and Hans barely register - though in time to come, she'll remember the cafe idea and wonder if strange places like this always have cafes. But for now... well, she's cross. Again.