Watching as he sits, then scoots, makes her happy and it shows. Why she cares if he dies of hypertension and stress and anger and huffiness, she has no idea except he's a good guy and she knows it. Seeing him give in despite all the bits of clear disdain in him and whatever paranoia tells him different just. She still has that grin on her face and, if she's not careful, her cheeks are gonna start to hurt.

"I am. I'm very happy, thank you."

It ends in a huff of laughter, even as she relaxes even more, eyes still on him. After a full minute of total silence, she finally says, "See? Nothing's happening but calm."