It was a good physical brain, a little worse for wear, but still good. It was keeping her motoring, walking and talking. Those were all good. David was right, and she knew that. "I know. Still frustrating? It's.." Her hand was going to slide up into the sleeve, fingers ready to curl along the cuff, but something stopped her. And it made her laugh, too. "Your hands are big." It wasn't as easy to hide them.
"I make a decision and it goes sideways." She finished her thought, offering a shrug of a shoulder, the left one. And ultimately, hiding their hands didn't matter because it was grabbed up and held by smaller hands in between them, garnering a bigger smile. "Yeah. And I know, right?" Ah, this made sense, even if it was that troublesome Four who did it. Snorting a little at the whole cool table, she rolled her eyes in good nature. "There is no cool table."
Okay, that got another laugh. "You do not. You're adorable." She paused, pressing her mouth together thoughtfully before smiling again. "Not that panicking is a state I want you in, but you're cute all deer in headlights." She looked down at herself, her mouth quicker to smile with his demeanor. "My cheeks are likely going to hurt more with your full-wattage smile."