She leans against the other woman's shoulder. Only a little. Plourr would never accept an offer of help, but standing next to someone isn't an offense to her pride. Another snort, this one quieter. "You think I don't know that? I've been living with this twelve years, Aeryn." A dark glare at one abandoned shoe. "And I was doing fine until the planet suddenly went violently insane and decided it wanted a princess."