[ A colleague of Tonegawa's asks where he is; in the time it takes for her to reply in writing, coherently, between the gentle flow of guests passing between her back and her boss's, she catches her name spoken aloud. Having already acknowledged Claire's wave, it would draw attention to turn around and look again (not his fault; she knows well enough how discreet he can be when necessary). As it is, her shoulders stiffen, interest piqued. ]
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