She's moving in slow motion, but the important thing is that she's moving at all. She turns to look at him -- again, her eyes fall just short of his face -- and nods.

"Okay."

She makes her way to the desk, and eases herself into Vladimir's chair. It only lasts a second before she's standing again, skin crawling.

She clears her throat, shakes it off, and brings the laptop out of sleep mode, blinking a little excessively to focus on the screen.