She took a piece of gum herself, hoping that working her jaw would stop it aching with tension so badly, and tried to settle herself on the floor of the lift, legs crossed and hands on her knees. It seemed like the kind of posture someone who wasn't on the brink of loosing it might take.
She didn't know what to say to his words but she did want to keep talking. If either of them fell into silence, she reasoned, it would be bad. "How long have you been in New York?" she asked. One knee jiggled constantly under her hand.