Her hands retreated. The exhale after her inward sigh puffed her cheeks and darted out quickly. It also blew some pieces of hair up and away. There was no revealing evidence of her being upset underneath where they'd moved, or so she believed, and she decided that to be too sensitive about this wouldn't help the situation in even the slightest. Her red nose, like Rudolph, deceived her resolve. It was just hard not to be thin-skinned or emotional about it. It was sudden and hideous as death, instead of gradual and beautiful like a rosebush.
"I'm at least glad I met you." she'd said, biting the side of her lip. Oh, but: "Not glad she bit you." was amended and clarified. "That isn't really anything to be glad over..." The mug he'd given her was pretty much as empty as his, and being a polite guest (aside from dropping things in his room.) she picked it up and brought it by the sink. "You want me to wash it?" her fingers extracted the tea bag that by now was soggy and unsavory, it was deposited unceremoniously into the garbage.
"I believe I can think of some kind of plan or experiment. I'm just too tired and sore. I promise I'm not usually this useless."