Almost as if on cue Maryanne stepped out from the kitchen doorway, dressed in a simple taut white tee, and short black shorts, low top sneakers to match. "This Maryanne does do th-" She stopped dead in her tracks, both sentence and feet. Often she had manners, or when she wanted to have them, she had them, but at the moment she stared openly at Jensen. Almost unblinkingly. For the count of ten.
Shaking herself she pointed, and tried words, but they didn't come. Instead she waved her hands in an 'i give up' motion, and turned on the heel and walked back into the kitchen. She was going to go for a redo. After a glass of water.