Misha flinched at the sudden - admittedly slight - weight on her shoulder. She froze in place. [i]Time to play it off... like a pro.[/i] She snorted and batted her hand at him. "Am I not allowed a little privacy?" she demanded, her voice tinged with a false exasperation. She gestured to the woods. "You act like I'm doin' something [i]suspicious.[/i]"