An eyebrow shooting up over those painfully piercing (flaying) blue eyes is the only visible reaction to this; when she speaks, Shoshannah's voice is the same cultivated indifference it shows when it's not overtly ill-tempered, though the latter is more common than this. It's not the first time in the girl's relatively short life that something similar has happened, after all. "Maybe we should," is a simple response, except when it's not.
Except when tension and sullenness are spilling back into her posture so quickly that the existence of that warmth and wonderment might be questioned, forgotten.
It seems like forever that she looks at Padre like so, but it's a few scant seconds before she's turning to Annie. "Does it? I mean, who else is here?" There are a lot more questions than two in this - for Shoshannah, arrangements even remotely like this have long been a complicated thing.
Except when tension and sullenness are spilling back into her posture so quickly that the existence of that warmth and wonderment might be questioned, forgotten.
It seems like forever that she looks at Padre like so, but it's a few scant seconds before she's turning to Annie. "Does it? I mean, who else is here?" There are a lot more questions than two in this - for Shoshannah, arrangements even remotely like this have long been a complicated thing.