"Maybe," she said with a shrug. "I can go on and ask."
She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs and then just stared at them, frowning. They weren't her legs. They were muscular and hairy and....she likes her legs. She'd never been one to be too concerned about her looks, after all there were much more important things to worry about. But this...this was beyond vanity. She felt like crying and screaming, and that maybe it wasn't a good idea for Booth to be here right now.
When Booth asked about the beer, she looked back up. "Yeah, there should be some in the fridge."