[her shoulders hitch instinctively, just the little rise of defensiveness that always comes with strangers approaching her, but otherwise Hazel doesn't seem inclined to try and wave him away. swear-ins always involved a lot of mingling, and even if she did want some isolation she doesn't have the wherewithal to start that fight.
her eyes are more on the remnants of Naruto's meal still hanging around than his actual face and expression, but at least she's not staring glumly at the tables while replying.]
Medical shit; I can't have any of it. [she makes some sort of wry noise in the back of her throat] I don't know what I was expecting from a party in fucking November.
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her eyes are more on the remnants of Naruto's meal still hanging around than his actual face and expression, but at least she's not staring glumly at the tables while replying.]
Medical shit; I can't have any of it. [she makes some sort of wry noise in the back of her throat] I don't know what I was expecting from a party in fucking November.