[Sprawled as they both are, they're very near to touching - her knee to his thigh, maybe - but she makes no effort to lengthen the distance. His physical proximity, much like the rest of his theatrics, apparently have no disturbance over her comfort her.]

We have no preference, but it might be better for the other newly hatched host to wander before we speak to him. Sometimes it's easier to have a conversation once a person understands the scope of this place better.

[She's mild, unconcerned. Eventually everyone either evens out or they wreck themselves; very little she says or does can change their chosen trajectory.]

Now-- [She smiles and that too is gentle, easy like a warm breath of air through an open window.] How are you?