Hannah certainly didn't disappoint.  As he turned back to his laptop he could almost hear her heart sink.  Russell didn't look back.  Hannah seemed like a bright girl, he didn't need to check she'd worked it out.  Russell went back to his phone, trying to hide a bemused smirk.  Well, that was easy.  With business taken care of, he thought he'd try his hand at actual study, taking notes like a dutiful student, and soon he was lulled into a gentle sleep.<br/><br/>He woke back up as the lecturer dismissed them, students beginning to file out of the theater.  He looked at himself, surprised he had dozed off.  At that, he also remembered he was supposed to message the others back.  With a quick apologetic glance to John, he set about the message:<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">She's down for tonight.  Usual place, eight pm.</span></strong><br/><br/>Russell stretched, organized himself and left for the cafe for lunch.