Yes. It does. [Her eyes soften around the edges and the set of her lips relaxes as she slips into the pleasant distraction of her memories. It's easier for Justine to focus on those distractions, to pull her from the madness teeming at the edge of her thoughts.]

I admit. I usually prefer it. It's warmer.

[Justine's voice lightens as her lovely dark eyes rise to meet his.]

I'm not picky. I find both men and women to be pleasant company. [Which is probably not what he meant.] But please, don't worry about me. [Justine gently shakes her head.] I think I'll follow your lead and find something to drink. I need to relax and sitting here alone won't help me do that.

[Her shoulders are still tense but having a plan, even on as simple as finding herself a drink, helps her relax. It is something less stifling to focus on.]

But thank you for your concern. [She isn't used to people really caring about her comfort.] You would know if I didn't want to sleep here or with you or any other. I try not to do things I don't want to do. [Which is sometimes harder than it seems but Justine tries. Having a choice, that's important to her.]