Her gaze narrowed slightly, as Reinette settled onto the ground nearby. She placed herself firmly between him and the now dissipating crowd, if my chance anyone chose to approach.

Her expression was again one of not quite something or the other. It was not a mask precisely. Nor was it confusion. Merely she was still determining how she would feel. It did warm somewhat as Jack winked at her, but only slightly. There was still concern.

"If that was your rendition of bouncing, Jack? Then I paint watercolors with a most deft and delicate hand."

Which they both knew she did not.