Viola had kicked the nervous habit of biting her lower lip when she was a child. She was so rarely not wearing full makeup that the tic would only result in biting off her lipstick, and sometimes getting it on her teeth. Even tonight she'd found time to at least apply foundation, powder, and a everyday neutral shade to her lips before boarding the train. A lady should still look like a lady, even when she was on the run. Instead of lip-biting, her lips themselves flickered fretfully in and out of visibility, leaving her usually-pretty face looking strange and almost alien.
It would've mortified her to know that she was doing it, but her eyes were still on her cat, and she didn't notice, though the valet might've, from the rearview. It meant that he couldn't see the tiny smile pricking on her invisible lips. "I missed you, too," she said quietly. "I know your presence has been... grounding for Beau. I can't thank you enough for that."