*regards you for a long moment, wondering (as she does, when you're quiet and actually looking at her instead of through her) if there's anyone worth knowing behind all of that crude cleverness and sneering attitude* *thinks (as though for the first time) that there must be something, if Ecthelion defends you so staunchly*
*finds herself rising to her feet and rounding her desk before she's properly decided what she's doing* *fills a second's worth of space by straightening your collar and sleeves (and it's only the second time she's done so)* *without any ire at all* You look like someone sat on you. *smiles* I'll let him know.