Okay. Rial should try being a walking wreck for a few weeks, and then carting around a hideous (despite the painted improvements and little stick figures that Plourr scratched into it) weight on his arm for even more weeks, unable to do much at all without huge amounts of frustration, and then he's allowed to complain about her being a little happy.

Or so she would retort if she could read his inner monologue, anyway.

But as she can't, she grins with a flash of teeth and steps back, letting her right hand slowly trail off his shoulder and back to her side. "I looked for you earlier to tell you, but you weren't around," she tells him, making her way back over to her desk.