(Sure!)(I actually find myself feeling sorry for her! Couldn't we find some way of interacting maybe?)
Alina, having set the table with seats for nine, returned to the kitchen, almost bumping into Calder. He restrained her with one strong arm.
"Hey," he said, "I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier. Your Dad just finished talking to me."
"No big deal," Alina shrugged, "It's fine. We all—deal with it differently."
Elsie sighed as she lingered in the doorway. She couldn't leave yet. As much as it hurt her ego, she needed to apologise. She walked around, pushing each door open, but it seemed every one led to a closet or empty room.