Posture schmosture, that was the most relaxed she'd ever seen him. But... solitary? Years? Jesus.

"Yeah, that's... that's a pretty good excuse. I'll lay off the lecture. For now." She tipped her head to nest it on her folded arms, blinked at him. "Is that why you're so... busy?" It wasn't quite the word she was looking for, and she made a face. "I mean, you're always around, doing something."

She was trying to keep her curiosity on a leash, and not making a very good job of it. Hoping the way she slouched over her chair kept her gentle interrogation from seeming too much like a job interview. Or worse, a psychiatrist.