If he came to the dining hall late hoping to miss most of the usual crowd he may be disappointed when Abby comes in, fresh from the baths, her hair drawn back in a tight, still-damp braid. There is a wet spot on the back of her shirt where the tail end rests against it.

Naturally, the moment she spots him, she takes her food over to the same table to she can sit down opposite from him.

"Hey."

He does seem anxious and hurried, but these are not unusual Benedict emotions, so.