'No,' she answers, looking for the right tape. 'He doesn't hug Christopher Skelton either, does he?'

She finds the tape, and pops it in the cassette deck, pressing the play button firmly. The sound of Spandau Ballet quietly fills the room, and it takes her a moment to gather her courage again. He's still seated, and that just won't do. It feels like she's crossing a country mile to get to him again, but she holds out her hand, making it clear she won't take no for an answer.