[She sighs a little into his mouth, half-pleased, half-resigned. She should be resisting more, asserting herself. But she's always been a strange combination of stubborn and people-pleaser; refusing to do what she doesn't want to do but also bending over backwards to please the people around her. And after everything with Chekov, she's been skewing more "people-pleaser" and less "stubborn insistence."
She leans back slightly into his hand and just Looks at him.]
What's to be scared of? It's a ruined old building.
[Her tone is annoyed, but it also indicates her willingness to go in.]
⊕ Friday!
She leans back slightly into his hand and just Looks at him.]
What's to be scared of? It's a ruined old building.
[Her tone is annoyed, but it also indicates her willingness to go in.]