Her eyebrows lift and subsequently narrow out of reflex. He may not be doing it intentionally, but he brings a certain...essence that just preemptively has her feeling dread. As if it were a stink, but without a clear indicator.

That said, the wincing of her eyes isn't because of him in particular, but because he sat down before she could warn him. Oops.

"Indeed? I...I suppose I have time." Given I cannot get out of this bloody chair. "What is it?"