Kanaya's posture, on the other hand, is almost literally a flashing neon sign announcing the ridiculous amount of fucks she gives about Eridan. Her glow triples in size the second he enters the room and feathers fervently at the edges. Look at the soft blue shades of the gown she wore today. They are open and friendly, like she is.

"Hey, Eridan. There you are. I had started to get moderately concerned about whether you were actually in this city at all. Since you haven't exactly been prominent in the public ocular globe for the past week or so. Including not even answering any of my calls." Does that last sentence have the edge of an attached ex-girlfriend, staying undead in the hopes that her target will finally acquiesce to her view of the world? Maybe.