So that's what watching someone choke-chain themselves back into place looks like. Hasibe is still, watching him, her hair falling loose over one shoulder. Her gaze flickers to his hand, and then back up to make her form of very steady eye contact, smile slight. A bit knowing, which she is aware can be all kinds of maddening for some people, but she doesn't know if Mitchell is one of them.

"So." Now she moves, reaching to delicately curl manicured fingertips around his hand and helpfully rest it atop the table for him. Helpful, Hasibe. "We have options. We can stay, go somewhere new, or just go home, but you should know I don't ever end the night when it's quite this young, so I do have a healthy number of places in mind."