He did notice the repeated gesture, which made him wonder if he had her nervous, or it was just a quirk. Whatever it was, he didn't comment. He was just far too attune to reading people, he'd spent centuries honing the craft. He'd need to learn to survive as long as he had.

"Hardly rude, but I might be a bit disappointed." He veered out of the way of a pair of girls that went running past, reflexes perhaps sharper than most all considered, but not bizarrely so. He headed toward the drink station, very proper even though it was a dry event. "So what is it that brought you into this work, Abigail?"