It took Sinead a moment to let go of Tanis' hand. Her brow had furrowed slightly, evidently considering Tanis' question. The momentary distance of her gaze took the edge of the lingering touch, though she eventually became aware of the fact that Tanis' hand was still in hers.<br/>Letting go of it, Sinead immediately went to wipe the dust off her gloved hands, brushing her hands together.<br/>"No, I think you're off the hook," she said, regaining focus on the other woman.<br/>A smile appeared onto here lips as she gingerly picked the gardening gloves off, one finger at a time. Once they were fully off, she continued. "Can I offer you something to drink?"