She doesn't shake him loose. Rather, Olair gives him a conciliatory pat right there on the gloves forearm. "You're going to be in trouble in another week then, aren't you? I can't imagine it's really going to get any less stilted."

Arin makes a low, displeased noise into the fur collar of his cloak. "Don't say that, you'll break his heart," Renaldt helpfully echoes.

"Well no one's stopping you two," she says. "But some of us have things to do in the morning. --Not that your gracious offer isn't appreciated, friends." It's punctuated with the a tip of her head toward Misato and Kaji.

"Ah, dear Olair the diplomat," Arin murmurs.

Her grin doesn't falter. She's very cheerful about telling him to, "Fuck off, Arin."