She slaps a hand to her forehead and runs her it down her face, pausing only to peek over at Styxx when he speaks.

....there's a strange beat or two in which her heart sinks, and she can't exactly place why exactly, but she chalks it up to how uncomfortable the conversation has become. 'Friend' stings a little more than she thinks it should, but she has no reason to focus on it for now. Instead, she'll focus more on his determination and that deep loyalty he has no struggle sharing.

She drops her hand from her face and crosses her arms over her middle to give her agent a coy look as Styxx makes his escape heads inside the theatre. "Let him be, Stevie. We've got other pretty friends, you know..."