She looked to Tristan and saw the expression on his face when she observed his glance toward John. She hesitated, oh god. Could she not do anything right? Pippa bit her lip and was silent for a long moment before nodding to both men and slipping inside. She doffed her cloak and slowly put it on the peg after leaving the two. She sighed and did what she knew she must, heading toward the kitchen to put the kettle on. She had a feeling of impending doom at the moment. If looks could have killed, it would have been the one Tristan had given.