Amy's grin slowly grew as Lauren narrated her first encounter with all of them, particularly Ben's [i]experience[/i] with her in the arena. Her arm stretched out to her right, her hand joining Ben's in ruffling their teammate's hair. She let it drop as Ben stepped forward to offer his hand to Costa. 

The woman's gaze falling on her earlier had suddenly made her very self-conscious, for the first time in a long while. She was acutely aware of the fact that she was wearing Lauren's clothing, as Lauren was wearing Ben's--but Costa recognized the jacket against her bare, ivory flesh. It was the way it seemed to be intended to be worn, with nothing between it and the wearer, but...

Costa was Lauren's [i]mother[/i], after all. That kinda heightened the awkwardness, just a little. 

[color=E52B50]"We are quite a motley crew, though. She's not wrong."[/color]