Joanna's arms wrapped around Jim's shoulders with ease, a soft sigh of relief at being off her feet passing her lips without her even seeming to realize it. She was far too busy staring with the bright-eyed fascination of a child her age at the newcomer.
Offering a sweet, if somewhat strained, smile, she replied with all of the manners she'd been taught, "It's nice to meet you too, ma'am." After a second's pause she added almost shyly, "I like your name. It's really pretty."
Joanna might have said more - a clear indication that she was, in fact, feeling a bit better - but a sudden bout of a few sneezes in a row soon had one hand covering her nose and mouth as best she could manage while the other one continued to hold onto Jim. Once she was sure she'd stopped with the sneezing fit, she sniffled softly.
"Sorry," she apologized absently. A quick glance toward the room where her dad was sleeping to make sure she hadn't disturbed him and Joanna looked to Jim. "My Daddy needs to get more sleep," she stated. "Aunt Donna used to say he wasn't gettin' near 'nough, an' he was gonna make himself sick if he wasn't careful." She hesitated before adding, "I don't want him to get sick too. It's no fun. Can't you order him to sleep enough or somethin'?"