*frowns very faintly as you look out the window (because you babble so and hasn't anyone told you that it might get annoying?) (but perhaps she is being too presumptive) (but perhaps you will seem less wet when you are less nervous)* *taking only the smallest chance that you have no head for certain details, like your father, purses her lips (Eru, I wish...)* Really, darling there's no need for blasphemy.
*instantly smiles (once she sees the faintly surprised expression on your face)* Now, are we almost there? I'm still dying for that cup of tea. *confidingly* I suspect I'm getting old.