Arla stopped and looked up like David wasn't a friend. She looked terrified for a few seconds and then slowly started to relax. "Three hundred and thirty-two, you started listening late." Arla counted things, too. It was a reflex, she didn't think about it much.
She fidgeted, her right hand clenched in her bathrobe, her flippers curling against the floor. David broke her out of her crazy pacing and it looked like she didn't know what to do anymore. Her mouth twitched into a smile. "Hi."