[While Arumat stands around being a social failure, after she's got the doors closed, she plops herself down onto a couch again, nestling into the corner of it. There's room for him to sit next to her, if he wants.

But she goes tense at his question, folding her arms tighter, curling further into the couch. It takes her a moment to nod.]

He...I mean, we both knew he didn't really have any reason to go along with it, right? But he knew it would cheer me up a little...