Barda didn’t understand what the point of dropping the couch now that this guy had seen it, anyway. It wasn’t like people with superpowers were that out of place on Earth, correct? Well, she might have been overestimating what percentage of the population that entailed but really, Scott had largely introduced her to people who weren’t normal during her stay there. And who couldn’t lift couches over their heads, anyway? So she hefted it to the side, balancing it just above her shoulder (Scott had made a very good choice in getting an apartment with high ceilings if Barda were going to be doing things like this with any frequency) and watching as Scott introduce himself to the new neighbor. If she’d been more proactive about being friendly, she might have introduce herself as well.
Instead, Barda was somewhat distracted with the idea of where she wanted the couch. It wasn’t a matter of rearranging when she was done. There was some part of Barda that wanted to do this right the first time. She wanted to feel comfortable there and that realization was a little startling.
But when Scott started flailing at her in a mildly discrete fashion (for an illusionist he wasn’t always good at subtle), Barda frowned at him and sighed. Fine, she would put the couch down. And she decided on a central position that would be the most advantageous in the room. It put something between them and the door and didn’t impede movement if they needed a fast escape. She was at least very practical – in her mind – about placement. And it looked nice there.
It was only then that she would take those first strides in the direction of the two men having the conversation. "That wasn't necessary." Awkward at accepting things from people without it coming at a cost too high to pay.