Hardtman moves as if to take Isidor's hand but instead pushes himself up from the table. He stands for a moment, smiling at her, and then he spreads his arms. He hugs her gently, a friendly embrace with no more intimacy than a new acquaintance would be comfortable with, though it might be a very personal gesture for a Durant.

"I warned you that might happen," he says, smiling warmly as he pulls away. He pats her shoulder and gives her one last thoughtful look before his final nod of both approval and goodbye.