Henry shifted away from Cassandra, a woman who she only sometimes got along with. The girl was super duper anxious and conformed to the chauvinistic view of women. It disgusted her, really. The feminist preferred to keep the blubbering girl at a distance, though she tried not to upset her either. She really didn't want any crying on her end. 

When Max began to talk, Henry's full attention was on him. She was filled with adrenaline and she could feel her blood pumping: she wanted to be at that murder scene, not in this coffee shop talking about the object of her current desire. She hasn't had a case in a too long time, it felt like. The way Max spoke encouraged this antsy feeling in her, fanning the fire. Despite this, she tried extremely hard to keep her cool, even tried to look unimpressed. 

When his speech was over and done, everything laid out on the table, Henry began to slow clap, just because the moment would be perfectly ruined and it made such a sweet feeling inside that battled the boiling fire. "Great inspirational speech, Max."