She finally turned, and when she saw him a clumsy smile blossomed on her lips. One corner of her mouth seemed more capable than the other, and the effect was that her smile seemed more a smirk. Or perhaps it was one after all. Certainly her response had a touch of dry humor to it.
Nice enough. Just a little sore, but I guess that's what sleeping on the floor will get you.
Josie reached high over her head and stretched upwards. A satisfying series of pops could be heard up and down her spine, and her smile turned into a grin. Only for a moment, though. There was a quality to her movements as if everything had been sped up just a fraction its normal speed, and perhaps her emotions ran on this band too, because in an instant she was down to business.
What were we doing here, anyway? Looks kinda'... yick...
Was it amusing to him, hearing that French accent of hers fluctuate like a Geiger counter? Now obvious and strong here, now unobtrusive and weak?