Her hand falls away and she gives him a soft smile. If he wants to talk, about anything, he will and when he does, she'll be here. They're strangers, essentially, so she's not going to push the issue.

"I'm going to put on some music. You -- decide what you'd like to do next. Sit and chat? Make a little art? Sit and watch while I make art?" Maybe sit on the couch and canoodle for awhile? No, she didn't say that out loud, but there was a glint of mischief in her eye as the thought presented itself.