The quilt is nice, isn't it. A soft yet distinct regular pattern to sense with one's fingertips. So is being leaned on, a little more so than usual perhaps, but she'll let it slide. Positive feelings have become too rare to turn them down when they're offered to her. So she shifts a little against Johnny, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"I am glad to see you, too," she says with a warm smile. "Is there something you would like to tell me about?" Because that's what she tends to be to some of the strays, an impartial, patient listener who sees what comfort they require without them having to ask.