"About what? You look like you're planning ways to blow this tower up, face like that." Her face hardens a little, a small crinkle forming above her lips, pulling up from her teeth, indicating that she doesn't especially like being talked to that way unless it's by someone she's getting to shoot in the face.

Crankyface McSullen's attitude is enough to dim her glow a little bit, but not extinguish it. The only thing Venus doesn't seem enamored by is her hair. It's not that it's bad hair, she thinks, it's just that her suit before had hair just like it, and while the locks are perfectly fine to tug at and twirl around, doing so just doesn't give them same thrill as running her hands over her face and neck. She pauses when she feels a little flutter around her collarbone. Her pulse. Amazing. The smile comes right back to her face.

Up until the elevator jerks and a screeching sound announces that they're about to have technical difficulties. Her face falls and crumples like wadded up paper. It doesn't matter that she has nowhere to go; she smacks the elevator door with an open palm.