She levels him an unimpressed look at the offer of juice. Juice? Just how young does he think she is anyway?

...Wait, hold on--"I'll take an orange soda if you've got it." That's the stuff. She might not get to enjoy one for a while.

Meanwhile, she'll get herself cozy on the couch. Her feet don't quite sit flat on the floor. Wants to ask--wants to point out that he hasn't asked yet. But that would then invite asking, and she doesn't actually want that. Maybe she's just curious if he's going to try talking her out of it. He hasn't done that yet, either.

But from here, she gets a thoughtful look directed at him. A squint through glasses at his face, now that she can see his face. Something something seems to ring familiar...somehow...