Though she went about re-folding the napkin in her lap to set on the table, Sansa's attention was firmly set on the two men in her company- moreso on the taller one as they interacted. She had seen his posture hesitate, but such was not uncommon with people when they first meet Tyrion.
"It was nothing," she commented back. "The Thing in my room was doing it's best to annoy me, but if I hadn't ventured out, I wouldn't have made my new friend."
Standing, Sansa smiled at Hans in a way that could be described as pleasantly accomplished.