[She's half watching the doors, half scowling at the floor, but she happens to look up when John comes in. Part of her considers, turning away and walking upstairs, so she can avoid this forever. But she realizes that's stupidly ridiculous. She needs to stop being a cluckbeast is what.
So she waves after a second, putting on the tiniest hint of a smirk.]
text ==> action;
So she waves after a second, putting on the tiniest hint of a smirk.]
Over here!