Relax, okay, she can do that, a slow release of breath through her nose to show just how much she's relaxing. Her stance remains rather frozen though, braced as if waiting for a blow. Until he remarks about not being statues and she becomes painfully aware of how stiff she is, bouncing slightly on her heels to loosen up. Swaying, she can do swaying.

Placing a hand on Max's shoulder, she looks at him uncertainly, the other one squeezing his hand a bit too tightly. "How close are we supposed to be?"