If she notices that he didn’t make a single sound she doesn’t seem to notice, continuing to invade his personal space. Her hands are perched on the armrest as she leans over him, peering curiously at it— then she sits back, on her knees in the seat while she faces him. “Oh! I already finished mine, it was so great, like a magazine interview! Isn’t it soooo~ooooo interesting? The whole wide world knows our names now! Our lives have become so illustrious!”