Annabelle stares at Lauren. She's not even trying to—she's trying to step around this, but she just feels like she's bullying Lauren. Which is fine when it's on purpose, but. Where she's trying to be careful, or helpful, it's frustrating. She's not sure what the hell's going on, and she knows she's being weird.

She stands up kind of abruptly. She smiles kind of unnaturally, pushing her hair behind her ear.

"Anyway, I'm going—to go deal with that. Have a bath or something. You know. Get ready for the bonfire."

Which was in like...what. Seven hours.

She moves past them, glancing anxiously at Lauren.

"Sorry," she says awkwardly and uncertainly, barely above a mumble, and lifts her skirts to go hurry up the stairs.