Her eyes flick upwards in the slow start of an affectionate eye roll— half a second later she's tapped her knuckles against Lena's own, a solid sign of solidarity.

"Thanks." And look at that, she doesn't even criticize your atrocious Spanish. "After all, I've got a reputation to keep. You know how it is, right?"

Her attention turns back towards the ornaments, clinking her nails softly against the side of one and listening to it jingle gently in response. A little angel. Almost looks hand painted.