[ Roxy laughs, rubbing her back. It's nice to have actual, physical contact with someone. She didn't often get hugs from the carapace she lived among, and then it was a treat. So that on top of her own sadness and embarrassment means Roxy doesn't really want to pull away too soon.
She hugs her a little tighter-- not at all uncomfortable, but firm. ]
Yeah? I guess you'd know best. That little creep... he's so tiring. I don't know how you share a fuckin' body with him.