Oh shit, she smiles.

She also realizes immediately and coaxes her expression into it's practiced disinterested again, but there was a definite smile. She will never admit to this, however, so no one will ever believe him.

There's just something so weirdly familiar and oddly comforting about his patience with her bristly attitude. She piles a couple more into the bag. Slow and steady will win this race.

"You look it. You're quite wispy."