After a few minutes she'd get the urge to sit, turning and seeming to be caught a bit off guard to see Reese there. She'd laugh at herself quietly before sitting down next to him and sipping her beer. She was quite content to sit quietly and listen. It was actually among her favorite things, and at the moment it was comfortable rather than awkward.
She'd sink into the overstuffed cushions, undoubtedly made out of some synthetic that they had stopped making, because new couches just didn't seem as comfortable.
When her beer was finished she'd chuck it under hand, missing the bin but not seeming to mind. She'd get it in the morning. Her head rolled back, eyes shutting as she sang along.