"He's got the charisma of a wet shoe. If you can coax him into having an actual personality then we might have a shot."

Jason pauses before taking a seat, instead pacing listlessly before slumping down with knees spread wide. While her body language is closed off, his is practically overly territorial, as if he wants to make a statement by the slouch of his back (that statement being "and what?").

"They all hate me, by the way. They'll probably come running to you with horror stories about how I woke them up from their beauty sleep to actually go do things."