Uncrossing her knees, James sank from the arm of the couch and took a seat upon the corner of a red cushion. Her smile was soft, but agreeable. Even if James wasn't much of an animal person, she understood why Lotte would want to adopt one. To see Lotte care for something, and nurture it in a way that James knew the girl forgot to do for herself.. she wanted to see that very much. She hadn't needed to lie on the form, but she would have, if it had needed to come down to that.
"So, is that it?" Her eyes brightened with expectation. In this moment she wasn't a glitter slick dancer or a vodka veined seductress. She was clean-faced, and mature-eyed. Her concern was friendly, and weighted with anxiousness as she drew her bare legs up, and tucked those knees beneath herself, watching Hannah expectedly.