It almost ached to see Tony smile like that. He was never insecure. He... Knew what he wanted. And she'd caused that. But at least it was a smile. As X passed her she couldn't keep from ducking her head at the warning glare she'd received. How much did Ninja Mommy know? It was hard to say, but there was no mistaking that look.
"It is a pretty hard thing to learn." Being subtle was't her strong suit either, unless lives depended on it. Hesitantly she moved to the stool he pushed out for her. She wasn't sure she had the grace enough to climb up on it right at that moment. Her fingers traced over the grain of the wood flat instead.
She knew she probably looked like warmed over crap, hair drawn back into a messy tail, no make up to hide the fact that she'd spent a good part of the past few hours in tears, the clothes she wore wrinkled and rumpled as if she'd slept in them. Not that what she looked like was overly important at that moment. Tentatively she reached out, the need to touch him stronger than whatever would keep her from doing it, she was only brave enough to touch his arm though. Rejection still a bitter taste in her mouth.