With his focus on the view, she felt it was a good enough distraction to remove her jacket, hoping the flowing peacock dress would not be noticed as she folded the coat in her arms, hanging it over one. "My vessel's office has a view such as this; I'll admit there are times I just stare out longing for the sky." It was a statement she did not necessarily mean to say, almost lost in her own thoughts. She had had no control over the sky, but she had been Queen of the Heavens and saw and appreciated its beauty if only because of her husband, something she had not lost in her entrapment in a mortal vessel.
At the suggestion to take a seat and the offer of a drink, she took the second and not the first remaining standing, though turning into the room to look it over. "Wine would be lovely," Cora was reminding her that this was a date and wine was the drink of choice on those sorts of things; not that she had any experience with that. Cora was bitter, snapping into focus from the mere strength of her emotion.
She was 28 years old and her longest relationship had been to a man that Hera thought was the person standing in front of her; the irony tasted sweet on her tongue. If Hera was so desperate for this connection, Cora would gladly help that along, regardless of her god-soul's hesitance.