And be stumbled upon Hanna shall-- by one unforgivingly teasing medium. He might not be quite the Hanna she remembered (or rather, that remembered her), but Hanna was Hanna-- and that meant they were totally BFFs already, right?

Yeah, sure.

Frayed logic aside, the sneaky little medium wasted no time upon seeing Hanna to approach and lean curiously over his shoulder.

"So, you're into that kind of book, huh?" She asked, near-trademark smirk already slapped on her face. "Never thought you'd be the type."

If she were the math-y sort, she'd be calculating down the milliseconds to what she was sure would be a perfect freakout.