It was a good thing, Irvine thought, that there was the considerable lack of students roaming the lobby this evening. But the fact remained that it wasn't exactly an ideal location for a personal conversation. Quistis would not want some random students to hear -- Irvine knew he didn't want them to. For a good measure he took one step closer to her, careful to allow Quistis space despite his purely innocent advance. He was still concentrated on her, and he absorbed every one of her words like a sponge.

No wonder she was tired. She had endured nearly two weeks of torment.

"Listen." He leaned forward. "Let's go somewhere less intrusive. I'll hear you out there."