The boy's hand on her calve was slightly distracting, her eyes leaving his own to fall down to said hand and linger there as he spoke. She smiled a little and glanced up at him. "Yeah, you're probably right. Either I'm depressed or I'm an alcoholic." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "Doubt they'd hire me if I were the latter of the two." Jane scooted forward and then slid down off of the chair, into the floor next to Noah.