Why did she have to talk? This stupid building seemed to be shoving her in every damned direction against her will, forcing her to do things she never wanted to do. First she went to Russia and was beaten half to death by a crowd of angry peasants. Then she had an emotional meltdown in front of another human being. And now, she had to talk about things that bordered on feelings. There was a reason Joanie avoided feelings - she was bad at expressing them in any way that didn't involve yelling.
"Uh," she started, hands stilling beneath his palm. At first, she was reluctant to look at him as she fidgeted in her seat. Trying to put things together in her head was hard when she was on the spot, and her first reaction was to demand that he go first because he obviously had something to say and why was he doing this to her. However, she bit back any venom she desperately wanted to spew and instead managed to put together a coherent thought on the subject at hand.
"Well, I guess I want..." Well, she thought she had a coherent thought. What did anybody want? It was a fucking vague question, and he was clearly torturing her by asking it. "What I meant to say is, I...enjoy your company." That surprised even her at first. She finally looked into his face, blue eyes locking with blue. "You're weird and frustrating and fun and smart and hilarious and-" She wanted to say "hot," but realized that she wasn't about to make a total fool of herself. However, the way her gaze skipped over the length of his sitting body before returning to his face essentially filled in the blank left by her pause before she spat out a less embarrassing final quality. "-interesting."
After that little outburst, she fell quiet for a moment before realizing that she couldn't leave it at that. "So I guess what I'm saying is...I like seeing you?" Her expression was momentarily vulnerable and unsure, knowing she could be setting herself up for a fall. She quickly covered it, but that hesitation lingered as she watched his face, silent.