[She doesn't shut the drawer, since really it seems somehow awful to lock the little things away, no matter how annoying they are. For the moment the voices are mollified, given that they've destroyed any privacy of thought she had left. Still, Cameron nods and takes the offered hand.]
We're good.
[Her smile is tentative, but genuine. Because if it weren't someone would pipe up to call her on it.]
a spoonful of apologies in with the sugar;
We're good.
[Her smile is tentative, but genuine. Because if it weren't someone would pipe up to call her on it.]