Jane looked up, wondering if there was something she didn't know about going on. "I er, I don't know, is it really nice out there? Doesn't smell too much of paint or anything?"
She had left all her apartment windows open, they weren't that big, but they did at least provide a through breeze, all three of them. "I er, painted my apartment this morning. The er, fumes were giving me a headache? But a long cold iced tea sounds nice as it goes."