Seattle Grace: Arizona R/Faol R
Arizona kind of minded. Not because she didn't want to share her body, but because she wanted the reassurance of deciding with whom she shared it. She was finally comfortable in her own skin again, and she didn't like the idea of that being threatened, of needing to find out who she was all over again. It had been hard enough the last time.
She was grateful, at least, that he seemed to have some kind of decency. Though she was still a bit suspicious about whether he had told her the whole truth about the time he'd spent wearing her body around a vaguely creepy mall somewhere between dimensions.
After a brief hesitation, she took the offered hand, shaking it just firmly enough, answering with as much cheer as she could manage (which, it must be said, wasn't much), "I could do worse."
She didn't seem unhappy so much as tired. Maybe a little uncomfortable. But that was to be expected when meeting the person who tried on your body for a night.
"How about that coffee?" she asked, already starting to move in that direction.