Out on the dance floor, Hasibe is cheerfully surrounded; it's hard for her to resist music for long, no matter the genre. She attracts some notice, possibly for her boldness, but only one person approaches her--and when she puts her hand to his face and looks him in the eyes, the interaction abruptly ceases. It's a moment that is so brief it is virtually unnoticeable unless you're keeping an eye on things. He withdraws, unsteady on his feet, and she slips back through the crowd, headed, fresh drink in hand, to resettle next to Mitchell.

Her smile is slight, but pleased that Deacon and Mitchell seem to be getting along better now. She doesn't say anything, though.