Tatum had not really known Gray was there until he was already right across from her. How did people keep doing that to her tonight? She stared a little blankly at him when he mumbled in her direction, what she figured must have been a greeting. She took a drag from her own cigarette, turning her head a bit to exhale.

She found herself crossing her arms, unconsciously taking on that same defensive position from the fight earlier. Feet set, arms crossed, and stony faced. "Hey," she murmured back. "Why are you out here by yourself?" she asked, genuinely a little bit surprised. She would have expected him to have picked Frankie up by now. Maybe he didn't know they weren't speaking.