Stavanger Bay I took his hand, we stood back, and watched the banks turn red.

She didn't register his reaction all that carefully, so it was fortunate he took her questioning fairly well.  She was too distracted by their presence and her own self-righteous irritation for that.

He led a pack here, before.  Is he back?  She tried to keep this question neutral, but there was definitely a razor edge behind it, a keen interest that was more than simple conversation.  They were an established crew, and she couldn't do much with the information, even if her question did prove true.  But she still had to ask.  It didn't matter, but it did, somehow.