[the wave is fine. the smirk isn't. Jan presses a hand over her mouth briefly in surprise, a blush rising to her cheeks; oh, god, she was staring, wasn't she? super lame.

she could run away or pretend she wasn't really looking. those are certainly both time-tested social escapes. but Jan's also not one to brook a clear issue or back down from a challenge, so she straightens her chin and her spine and walks over to sit down next to Faith and extend her device to her instead. play it cool.]

sorry, didnt mean to stare. are you in house 7?? i thought i saw you earlier