[She smiles, touched by his concern.] Let us worry about that in a moment.
[One last smile, and turns, her long hair swaying around her hips as she walks over to a landscaped area and bent down, doing something out of Lockon's view in the foliage. Then she smiles, satisfied, and rises, taking measured strides back to his side.]
[She comes to a stop beside him, close enough that the hem of her gown is brushing his leg. And for a long beat she stands, smiling at him, nothing apparent having come of her efforts.]