Yasmin didn't miss that gesture. Her eyes widened for a second as she registered it, then her face flushed, and she quickly cleared her throat and looked away. She adjusted herself, crossing her legs in what was supposed to be a casual move--but what was really just an excuse to shake Juras's hand off her leg.
"Soooo," she said, trying to fight back the wave of awkwardness--something she was so unused to and didn't quite know how to handle. This was all so weird and new to her. She'd only ever gotten this sort of attention from people who meant her harm. Punching people in the face was easy, social stuff less so, and there were so many walls and shields in place she didn't know how to let them down.
"What's going on outside?" she said. "Any news? It's hard to come by here, and you're a free man, after all."