Ianna makes a small, distressed noise, reaching again, and when she finds herself unable to make contact, she starts to fuss, her face twisting up and her legs kicking up.

Plourr glances over at her -- nothing major wrong; just throwing a tantrum -- then back at Finn.

"Yeah," she says, chin resting in her hand. "He's doing well. Completely wrapped around Ianna's little finger. Currently in talks with some delegates from another planet in the system; it's all very dull." She smirks, seeming not to notice Finn's sudden change of mood (with the key word being 'seeming'). "Better him than me."