Hart shifted her eyes up to Jacque's. "If you ask me he had no reason to blow up. I merely said my past was none of his business, which is true." she sighed and tried to open her glass root beer bottle, unsuccessfully. "Not my fault he has a bad past. Besides... He's one of the youngest here. He has plenty of time to make up for what he's done." She looked at the floor, again struggling with the top on her bottle before giving up and setting it down on the fireplace ledge next to her.