[Shaw's body language is perhaps a little strange. She's loose and relaxed, showing no signs whatsoever of being bothered by the casual touch, but she's not reciprocating it: no leaning in, no little touches of her own. It doesn't have the air of a purposeful rebuff. It's more that, with the bulk of her attention elsewhere, it comes off as her body genuinely not knowing how to do these little touchy-feely things without her brain actively directing it to.
She does wiggle another piece of greenery at one of the other chocobos in the group, though, even as she says:]
Whatever. My kestrel's cooler. Eats meat, hunts its own food...
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She does wiggle another piece of greenery at one of the other chocobos in the group, though, even as she says:]
Whatever. My kestrel's cooler. Eats meat, hunts its own food...