"Fiiiiine, yes, but what about when your shift is done? What do you do? Oh, I bet I can paint a picture for you!"

Elena clears her throat and spreads her arms wide to set an invisible stage, smacking Lance in the process. She doesn't acknowledge it, though, as she begins to speak in a low, grave tone.

"Oh, look at me, I'm Lance! I'm going to sit in this chair and stare at a wall until my next shift starts up because if even the smallest hint of a smile cracks on my face the whole thing will shatter!"

Finished with her performance she grins up at him.

"Perfect, right?"