she's only slightly embarrassed. slightly. and that much is hidden beneath her pride as well as her long been practiced poker face. her elbow rests against the table, and her palm against her jawline, fingers tapping daintily against her cheek. she purses her lips together for only seconds before the lower flesh of her lip protrudes to form a child-like pout. "not if you weren't listening, i wasn't." it's said in the most harmless way she can muster, though still she fears the comment may have come across the wrong way, so she overrides her growing fear with a friendly chuckle and a tilt of her head, feigning interest in the male's actions as she stares at the notepad he's hunched over, the scribbles of writing just a little too far for her to be able to make out. "what is it you're writing, hm?"