2469/Log 2469

Log 2469
Date of Scene:	15 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Polaris, Deadzone, Beast, Nightcrawler

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Polaris has posed:
The Rec Room is moderately active, Lorna is yawning into her hand from her chair. The green haired woman looking about lazily, making sure the students present are behaving. There's a stack of quizzes to be graded that she seems to be working on lazily. She looks to the door often, keeping her eyes peeled for someone.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum comes into the rec room followed by the young mutant that was brought to the school over the summer. She's younger then most of the students here, but was orphaned and an obvious mutant, so this seemed like the best place for her. Sapphire is a brilliant blue, skin, hair, eyes. Or at least that is what she looks like when she's not near Tatum. Next to her, the child is an adorable blonde. The child still hasn't spoken a word to anyone in the mansion, and any attempts to probe her mind are greeted with a psychic scream to get out. And yet, when near Tatum, Sapphire is able to muster a smile.

The home ec teacher and her little blue shadow walk into the rec room, Tatum with her own stack of tests to mark. Most of her tests are either tasting or checking out the seams, but some of her tests are actually on paper. THis is one such test. "Mind if I join you, Lorna?" Tatum asks.

Polaris has posed:
"Tate, hey." Lorna smiles and looks at the other instructor and her shadow. "Yeah. Please." She nods and gestures, moving out two chairs with a glimmer of green energy. "It is goooooood to see you girl."

Deadzone has posed:
Tate sits herself down. Sapphire prefers to sit on the floor, opening up a book as she sits by her favourite teacher. Putting down the papers, Tate nods her chin over to Lorna's own pile. "Pop quiz, or something more serious?" she asks, getting out a red pen for marking. "Haven't seen you since that night Monet came to Harry's. How have you been?"

Polaris has posed:
"Fine, spending time with Kurt." Lorna answers and looks at her stack. "Just been a couple chapters, it's a knowledge check, see what they're retaining." She looks to Tatum's work. "You? No cookies to try for you?" She adds with a smile.

Deadzone has posed:
Tate arches a brow in interest when Lorna mentions Kurt. "Oh? Does he like art? Opera? He's German, so he'd be able to translate some of the operas for you," she says with an only mildly teasing lilt to her words. She chuckles and shakes her head. "No, I let the Professor do the taste testing of any sweets. You may not realize it, but his sweet tooth is huge. These are just example budgets I had them draw up. I gave them an income and they had to look in the paper for rent and basically come up with their monthly budget. Now I get to see what they forgot."

Polaris has posed:
"He likes food, and making sure I eat...and other things." Lorna murmurs. She chews her lip, something on her mind. "Budgets well, that's useful if less than fun."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum says, "Other things? What sort of other things?" She looks down at the child sitting by her. "Or can you not say due to little pitchers?" Tatum smiles and winks to her green haired friend. "Yeah, not fun, but a very useful skill. I warned the class that home ec is really more of a life skills class. There is more to it then just cooking and sewing."

Polaris has posed:
"You know, other things...we had a date even...that was good, nice." Lorna murmurs and grades idly. "I think it's good. It's useful, not all sunshine, but you know..." She offers Tatum a small smile.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum's smile gets even bigger at the mention of a date. "Hey, anything good isn't going to always be sunshine. Remember that fight that Hank and I had right in this room before he and I started dating? I think Rogue and you thought we were going to kill each other."

Polaris has posed:
"I mean he's wonderful, and there are bumps, but last night he said he was falling in love with me." Lorna blows out a breath. "After a week?" She looks to Tatum. "I dunno. Scott said it pretty quick too and then he was just awol, you know. My Scott, not school Scott."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum nods as she listens, paying more attention to the conversation then her papers. "There are always going to be bumps. Hank still hasn't introduced me to his family. We're planning on moving in together. Shouldn't I have met them before we own a house together?" She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. "But we're not talking about me. Listen, you're right. It is a little fast. But also consider how long he's known you as just a friend. It could be that he's been harboring a little crush on you for a long time. He's also come from a rather tragic past, with his family. He may not realize it, but he may be wanting to fill a void that has been there for so long. By telling you he loves you, subconciously, he may be hoping that you'll be willing to fill that void."

Polaris has posed:
"It'd be a hell of a lot easier if he'd stop assuming I don't want to get discovered with him, or if things progressed that I wouldn't want children like him. And I get where that comes from, but he should at least know me well enough by know to know I'm not that flippant." Lorna sighs and rubs the back of her neck. "I've never dated another mutant before. I dunno. It's a big step for me and I haven't been the luckiest at dating-I'm sure I'm just worrying over nothing."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum's eyes go wide and her jaw drops. "Him too? What is it about blue men and their thinking that we don't like them just the way they are? Hank pretty much said the same thing. It's taken me a while to convince him otherwise, but I know exactly how you feel." Tate reaches her hand out to Lorna's, giving it a brief squeeze before pulling it away, her power removing Lorna's for the brief moment of touch. "Just take it slow. I'm sure Kurt will understand you not wanting to rush things. I'm not saying mutants are any better then mutants, but... we have something in common. Even if that's just dealing with the hate of others. Even when they don't know it's you that they are hating, for those of us that can pass as human like you or I."

Polaris has posed:
"Even at our date, the restaurant owner and chef-Nancy, she was telling me and him we shouldn't be together because I'm Genosha's princess. Like that would keep me from being with someone who gets that I work too hard and makes me sandwiches when I drag in from flying out to Genosha and back in the same day and is nothing short of amazing." Lorna tosses her hair. "Why are blue men so stubborn? It's gotta be the fur. Silky soft, stubborn men." She huffs and eyes one of her quizzes. "Daniel just drew pictures of rocks...I said name the type of...oh my goodness."

Deadzone has posed:
At the mention of the restaurant owner and her opinions, Tatum's jaw tightens. "Well, I'm sure this Nancy woman is lovely, but what business is it of hers who you date? The only person that can use you being Genosha's princess as a reason to not date someone is your father, and I'm sure he would think of much more imaginitive reasons to not date Kurt. Seriously, like who you date is anyone's business but your own." She smiles at the mention of stubborn blue furred men. "They are stubborn and adorable. What can we do? You know, other then ask for more cuddles?" She winks and then looks over at the paper. "Oh your goodness? What did he do? Draw the actual rock types in photographic realism?"

Polaris has posed:
"Nope. Just doodles of rocks...I suppose I should give him a retest and advise he take an art elective." Lorna murmurs and slides the test to Tatum with some amusement. "Kurt said he'd teleport to my room to avoid people catching on. I threatened to tackle him on the stairs if he didn't use the door. Surprisingly effective." She adds and quirks a smile at Tatum. "I'm sure people find meaner ways to meddle. It's just not what you want to hear when the day after I'm in meetings all day with King Namor and he's giving me emerald necklaces."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum looks over the pictures and sighs. "Yeah, maybe Piotr can help him get a bit more detail in those drawings," she says. "Yeah, Hank always got worried that the other teachers would see me coming into his room on the security feed. I had to tell him that, other then Remy, we really have more to worry about on the security feeds."

She shakes her head and smiles. "Namor is giving you emerald necklaces? Is he trying to go for an alliance of kingdoms? If my two bits are worth anything, I think he's ugly and would make Uuuuuuuugly children."

Polaris has posed:
"He's older than my dad." Lorna says flatly. She wrinkles her nose and takes the quiz back, setting it aside. "Yeah. I'll suggest art lessons." She nods, still amused. "I'm not sure what Namor's angle is. Genosha has a lot more to benefit from in an alliance with Atlantis than Atlantis does. And who knows why men that old do anything?" She wonders. "Maybe I'll ask Logan."

Deadzone has posed:
"Okay, he's older then your dad, but think. If you have your dad's longevity, then Namor may be looking at the long term. If he is going to have a queen, with his life span, he's going to want one that is going to last a while." She smirks at the mention of asking Logan the motivations of old men. "That lecherous bastard? You know what he'll say, right?"

Beast has posed:
Hank lopes into the Rec room, his cookie monster mug in one paw and his tablet tucked under his arm. He makes a straight shot to the coffee maker and fills up, humming to himself some tune he likes, and then fortifies his coffee with a smidge of cream and enough sugar to give a rhino (or THE Rhino) diabetes.. Oh, and he plucks a package of twinkies from the cupboard. Turning around to head to his favourite chair he suddenly stops.. and blinks at the two women. "Ah... Yes.. Good evening, ladies...."

Polaris has posed:
"Hank, looking swell." Lorna greets and chuckles at Tatum. "I'm sure he'd offer to give me a demonstration." She jokes dryly and shakes her head at that. "Gah. No. Think blue thoughts!" She says quickly.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum and Lorna sit at one of the tables of the rec room, marking tests as the students enjoy their free time. Sitting next to Tatum, on the floor and reading a book, is the young girl that was brought in during the summer. Orphaned and still not talking, she shadows Tatum like a puppy. "I'm sure he would. But remember, once you go blue, only blue will do." She winks to her friend, smirking.

Tatum then turns to her own blue fuzzy as he lopes over. "Hello there, handsome. How was your classes today? Any interesting developments?"

Beast has posed:
Hank holds his cup up as a salute to Polaris, smirking. "I always do. Look swell, that is." he says then strolls past tatum (giving her a sweet peck on the crown of her head) and over to the biggest reclining chair in the room and plops himself down in it.. "Do I really wish to know what you two were talking about?" he asks, because of Tatum's weird rhyme.. then shakes his head and boots up the tablet. "We're barely a few weeks into classes, Tatum. How many developments can we /have/?" he asks.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna holds up one of her quizzes to illustrate. All of the answers are doodles of rocks. "Developments." she says flatly before looking about airily. "You know. Shop talk, men and the like." She tells Hank with a sweet smile.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum leans against Hank as he gives her a quick kiss and then retreats over to a more comfortable chair. Sapphire, the little girl that has adopted Tatum, lets out a yawn and gets up, tugging at Tatum's sleeve to get a goodnight hug before heading silently off. "We were just talking about how blue men are superior dating material. Lorna and Kurt went on a date," she explains to her paramour. "And I meant any students that are making life as a teacher interesting."

Beast has posed:
Hank stares at tatum a moment, and after apphire leaves he then snorts wih amusement. "I do agree that us of the blue and furry variety are exceptional specimens of mutantity." he says with a chuckles then sips his coffee before setting it down and looks towards where the young girl went. "Is she doing alright?" he asks, softly.. The big blue scientist looks concerned, of course, since the girl never speaks... and because he is a soft touch, then he looks to Polaris. "Shop talk.. riiiiight.." he says. "And how was your date with Kurt?" he asks... then shoots a look at tatum again. "All my students are exceptional and good young people who cause me little no no problems." he says.. deadpan.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna looks at Hank and smiles slowly by way of answer for how her date was. "At at a restaurant in Mutant Town and dessert was chocolates in bed. Can't complain." She considers her quizzes, letting Tatum and Hank talk about the shy new addition to the school.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum's gaze also follows the young girl. She sighs softly. "She seems fine. The only problem is that she still won't talk. Oh, and that she uses a psionic scream on anyone that tries to get into her head. Give her time. It's only been a couple months. Losing ones parents must be hard at best. She'll heal."

Tatum's eyes go wide as Lorna talks about the date. And dessert. "Oh my! You left out that detail. Girl! You don't boggart information like that!"

Beast has posed:
Hank's head whirls and he stares at Lorna. "Chocolates in..." if he wasn't furry right now he would be blushing. "Oh.. Oh my." he ahems and readjusts his bowtie and quickly looks at the quiz on his tablet.... Then peeks over it at Tatum. "The longer she keeps people out, the easier it becomes, Tatum. Yes, she needs to heal.. But it is not healthy keeping it all in."

Polaris has posed:
"Lost her parents? That's hard. I went through a quiet phase. Luckily I crashed the plane when I was pretty small. I bet it's a little harder at her age." Lorna murmurs, feeling for the girl before looking to Tatum and Hank with a mixture of amusement and innocences. "Didn't I? I apologize, did you want the play by play?" She asks Tatum sweetly.

Deadzone has posed:
Looking up and listening to Hank, Tatum nods even as she smirks over the familiar look of an embarrassed Hank. "I'll talk to her. She seems to be attached to me. Maybe it's because she looks normal with me or maybe because she knows I like blue people." She winks to him and then turns her attentions back onto Lorna. The tests in front of her are all but forgotten. She'll have to mark them later. "Hell yes, I want a play by play! Give me all the juicy details. And ignore Hank's blushing."

Polaris has posed:
"Oh it was glorious. There were little neck nibbles, a massage, Tates. He knows how to spoil a woman." Lorna sighs and smiles. "Its wonderful. Especially when his accent gets all thick again and he starts calling me Liebling or something like that. So swoony. He legit carried me in his arms to the kitchen for a pb and j the other night."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum grins from ear to ear, hugging herself for a moment. It would seem that she is a romantic at heart, in spite of her sometimes crude behaviour. "Massages, chocolates in bed, accents. And of course, silky soft blue fur. I will say that I'm a little worried it's too soon after schmuck face, but I hope this works out for you two. You are both pretty awesome people. Just, for their sake, don't name your future kids anything like Oscar."

Polaris has posed:
Snorting, Lorna shakes her head. "Please, I'm still at shucks it's fun to have adult time with you. I really don't want to rush into things after Jerkface McGhostypants the second." She shuffles her ungraded quizzes and smiles a bit to herself. Happy. "Even if it's just for a little while, I'm still lucky with Kurt."

Deadzone has posed:
Nodding, Tatum smiles. "It's nice to see you smile again. And it's good to hear you talking like you are, about not rushing things and the like." She looks over at her papers and arches a brow. "Well, looks like this person will live comfortably. Shame they forgot to add food to their budget. Oh... no, wait. Nevermind. It's one of the students that doesn't actually need food. Good thing I remembered that."

Polaris has posed:
"Oh lucky. Food is so hard on the figure." Lorna murmurs and pats her waist as she looks to Tatum. "It's nice to smile, I agree." Lorna, Tatum and Hank are seated at a table. Hank with his twinkies and blushes and Lorna and Tate working on quizzes.

Beast has posed:
Hank has been pointedly ignoring the girly relationship talk, byrrying himself in marking the quizzes on the tablet (and maybe watching an Episode of CSI: Gotham in a side window with the volume turned down low enough only his enhanced ears can hear it).. Sipping his coffee and munching on a twinkie and NOT BLUSHING!

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum says, "I know, right? I mean, sure, it tastes great, but it's hell on the figure. Mind you, with the amount we work out, it's not too much of a worry about our figures, is it?" Tatum winks, teasing. She then looks over to Hank, an impish gleam in her eyes. She reaches over to grab one of his twinkies, waggling her brows at him as she pops it into her mouth. "You're awfully quiet.""

Nightcrawler has posed:
    It is awful. Is someone strangling a cat? In German. Loudly? Nein. It is Kurt. Singing, to use the term generously. Fresh from a post workout shower, earbuds in, wearing a pair of shorts and a plain white tee, Kurt is gripping a the full script for the school play, with stage directions.b"I say you do-on't ha-aff to live like a refugee! Do nicht haff to live like a refugee!" He turns the corner, polishing an apple on his shirt. His features flush purple. He plucks the earbuds out and turns the player off. "Zum teufal." Clearing his throat, Kurt walks on in. He settles himself at the table. "Papers? Play." He leans right over and gives Lorna a good snog.
    After he sits down for a second, Kurt's eyes widen as it dawns on him what he just did. "Nein for you, Tatum?" Heh? "Mein gott." He swears at himself in a whisper.

Beast has posed:
Hank peeks over the Tablet At Tatum, squinting ferociously as she steels one of his sacred twinkies. He is about to say something when.. What the HELL is that? He winces and rests the tablet in his lap, then removes his glasses and massages the bridge of his snout as Kurt makes his physical entrance on the heels of the auditory entrance.

"And I was /enjouying the quiet too.." he murmers, then shoots a look at the Elf snogging Lorna. "Ahh, yes.. Thank you Kurt for that most heartwarming, and ear shattering, rendition of.. whatever that was supposed to be.." he says dryly. "My ears may never be the same.."

Polaris has posed:
Blushing as Kurt walks in and kisses her, Lorna smiles and fans herself. "Kurt! Think of the children. At least be instructional!" She teases and looks to Tatum. "I think Tate has her kiss quota covered. Just a guess."

Deadzone has posed:
Looking over to the entrance as Kurt rounds the corner, her pitch perfect hearing makes her wince. Sometimes, being Juilliard trained has its disadvantages. Her lips twitch with a smile when he stops, watching as Kurt gives Lorna a kiss. Oh yes, she's enjoying this. "No kisses for me? Well, I'll just have to satisfy myself with kisses from another blue source. It's okay, I'll learn to live without you."

Lorna's statement gets a soft snort from the home ec teacher. "Well, we admittedly have lost our sex ed teacher.... Looking to fill the role, Kurt?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
     "I lost a bet." Kurt explains. He smacks his lips. "Vas es das? Twinkue? Unglaublich? You do not eat meat, but you eat Twinkie?"
    Apparently a hell of a bet. "I know nothing about that? " Kurt says with a self-mocking little smile. "I am as pure as the driven snow, ja?" He does nicht ever kiss and tell.... When he is sober.

Polaris has posed:
"Unglaublich?" Lorna asks and makes a face. "Driven-assuredly, pure? Not a chance." She tells Kurt and smiles, leaning over to pull out a chair. "Not that I'm above twinkies, but you know, size, dessert proportions."

Beast has posed:
Hank's ears flatten a bit in embarrasement at Lorna's observation of Tatum's possible kiss quota. "And how does it compare to your.. what did you call it Lorna, fuzzy neck nibbling quota?" he asks matter of factly. SCORE! Two points. If he had a newpaper, instead of a tablet, he would flick it open much like Ward from leave it to Beaver.. but that would break his expensive tablet so...

He just thumbs it on. not even looking at Jurt as he snorts with amusemnt. "Driven snow indeed..."

"And I think /I/ am more then adequately qualified to fill the position of Sexual Education Educator.." he stops.. and realizes hiow that can sound.. clears his throat. "Because I /am/ a medical doctor.... /and/ a biologist.... /and/ a chemist..." there, that should put it into context... Ears flattening more..

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum arches a brow, confused. "Who are you accusing of being a vegetarian. Definitely not Hank or myself, so must be Lorna. And she has the good sense to not touch the twinkies. I might get jealous, after all." The goth winks playfully, so opposite in disposition from her boyfriend.

She can't help but laugh at the conversations, giggling softly. "Snow, huh? Yeah, not buying it."

"Hank, if you decide to take up the position, feel free to let me know if you need a study aid for your lesson plan."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt Wagner certainly cozies in with Lorna. He clears his throat. His tail, under the table, wraps right about her ankle like a cat putting its paw on its owner's hand. He clears his throat at Hank. "I agree. I would prefer abstinence be part of the curriculum." He delicately coughs, but he admits, "Mein hypocrisy only goes so far." He let's Hank score points without rejoinder. Kurt was the one snogging on Lorna. He dies decide to tweak Hank gently, " Your ... academic prowess, after all, is legendary, mein freund." His smile is warm, it is meant to be good natured. He lets Tatum's study buddy offer also go. Everyone gets one.

Polaris has posed:
Leaning into Kurt, Lorna props her head on his shoulder. "It's supposed to be better for my powers-the vegetarian thing." Lorna shrugs a little. "Anything that helps." She looks about at all the sex ed talk. "I am with Hank. If he taught us about sex we'd all still be blushing and remembering his stern warnings about all the ways intercourse leads to disease and death." She teases and considers.

Beast has posed:
Hank ughs.. and misses the days of newspapers.. where one could hide BEHIND them. The teasing.. THE TEASING! WAAAARGH!

Instead he picks up his Cookie Monster mug, sips from it, then stands and tucks his tablet under his arm and smirking at his friends and girlfriend.

"You three are an absolue riot, do you realiaze that?" he asks, chuffing with humor. "No, you really are." He then sighs and leans down to kiss Tatum on the forehead again. "I need to go check on my... Contra-terrene experiment in the lab before I head to bed. Don't be too late." he says with an affectionate grin then, firing a salute to Kurt and Lorna, he lopes out of the rec room.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "If we are beng serious, Herr doctor McCoy should teach it." Kurt quietly states. "His medical training und disposition make him best qualified." It is meant to be thoughtful. As is, "But maybe someone who has made some mistakes in their behavior should guest lecture?" His cheeks do turn purple. "I haff made mistakes. That might make me more approachable to some students who are intimidated by... your professionalism?" Kurt is searching very carefully for words. He rubs his forehead, "You are known for making good decisions." Kurt says it in a very praising tone. "With few exceptions" Kurt cannot look at Lorna, and he is turning 12 shades if purple admitting it, "I haff made mistakes in the past. It might help them ask you better questions if periodically they can ask someone else a ... less scientific question?" In short, as a former Lothario, maybe they will ask Kurt the awkward questions about intercourse, while letting Hank actually teach them to be safe." He nods at Hank.

Deadzone has posed:
"Is it?" Tatum says to Lorna. "How does that work exactly? I wonder if that would work for my powers. You know, get my field to finally shrink enough that touching me is safe. Ish." She looks to Hank as he gets up to go, giving him a warning look about his experiment in the lab. She says nothing, but it's pretty clear she's not happy with whatever it is he has down there. "I guess I'll just have to start teaching the sex ed class myself. A class full of personal anecdotes of our sex life," she tells Hank with a playful wink. "I'll be up to bed in a little bit. Don't fall asleep without me."

Polaris has posed:
Watching Hank flee, Lorna chuckles warmly. "He's very sweet." She asides to Tatum and looks at a very purple Kurt. "Oh, had some wild nights dear one?" She wonders sweetly and teases her fingers just under an ear. "Now we have to know."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Funny how her touch relaxes him a little bit. "You were around. The Langston twins. The ..." Kurt shakes his head. "Nein. I will own the mistakes I made, but naming them feels disrespectful." Kurt has grown a lot in the years since he arrived here. He was a bit of a lothario. He kept his dating away from the mansion, though. It makes Lorna all the more unique.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum listens to Kurt talk about his past relationships and looks amused and confused. "Soooo different," is all she says in comment, smiling. "Is there any chance of us getting Remy back? I mean, this whole death thing... it could just be a trick from Mojo, couldn't it? I mean, all this joking about replacing his position is one thing, but... "

Polaris has posed:
"I don't know." Lorna says softly and shakes her head. Her expression falls. Remy was a friend and Rogue...She sighs and draws her legs up to her chest.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "There is some hope?" Kurt gingerly admits. "I would hope and pray?" Kurt's tone reveals how unlikely it is. His sigh is sift. "Rigue is family. I mean mein... Mystique sort if adopted her. That makes her mein family. I hurt for her. I miss mein freund." He has a sad frown.

Deadzone has posed:
"On my world, Anne was my best friend. She and I would talk about everything. I was a little thrown off when I got here and found she was so much younger. Not good for a teacher to talk about the skinny on boyfriends and the like with a student. Still, even though she isn't my Anne, she's still special to me. I don't like the thought of one of us.... " She hangs her head. "I felt so useless when it happened."

Polaris has posed:
"I know." Lorna murmurs about feeling helpless. She folds her hands in her lap. "Hopefully he's like Alex, he just got shunted to another dimension or something for a while."

Deadzone has posed:
Lorna's comment about being shunted off to another dimension causes Tatum to frown. She's grown to rather like this dimension. But what about her friends and family back on hers. She clears her throat and gathers her papers, only one of them given a mark. "If you two will excuse me, I should go check on Hank and make sure he hasn't blown up the basement."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Ja." Kurt agrees with the ladies. He picks up his apple and the play. He struggles for a moment, then h trusts Tatum with his secret. "I will be reading. Come join me later? Something upset me earlier, und it would be nice to feel... special in the good way?" His tone is not sexual. Its vulnerable. He wants to be held.

Polaris has posed:
Looking to Kurt, Lorna slips a hand in his. "Sure. You wanna go talk?" She asks, searching his eyes a moment before looking to Tatum. "Good luck dragging Hank from the basement." she murmurs to her friend and reaches out to pat her shoulder lightly.