Truth is, Gregory hadn't suspected foul play... until Hamsi mentioned it. "She has seemed a little uneasy all night," Gregory muses, remembering the discomfort she's seemed to display especially even when he'd smile at her or tell a funny joke or when he gave her a prom gift. He takes a 'thinking sip' of Shirley Temple through a straw, and the sugar bypasses everything, taking an elevator straight from his mouth to his brain. By the time the straw leaves his mouth, he's in full conspiracy-mode. "It's almost like she's been trying to get away from someone," his voice lower now, who knows who could be listening. Gregory takes a step closer to Hamsi. "Does Yvie have any enemies?"