[ Betina clicks her tongue, crossing and then uncrossing her arms as she waves a hand through the air. ] Don't be like that, [ she says lightly, the chide in her voice still managing some playfulness, like the flick of an animal's tail.

Her tongue darts out and licks the corner of her mouth, just right where her lipstick is smudged. (Thank you, Hollis.) ]

Who's to say I haven't glutted myself already? Aren't you glad to see me, Jack? [ A rhetorical question, of course. Betina's fairly certain Jack's not glad for anything anymore. ] I am so very glad to see you.