[ She's sweating. She's sweating profusely the moment she realizes he's actually staring when she said not to. Briefly, she is mortified at how empty his stare is until he reaffirms her that either he's OK with it, or he just doesn't care. She lessens her grip on her boots, having held them with the strength of a thousand suns during that entire exchange. ]

Oh.

[ Play it cool. Play it cool, he didn't mean anything by that. Everything is fine. ]

Are you going to play with it? [ Juvia begins to massage and stretch her feet out, having considerably relaxed between that tiny pep talk of hers to seeing his PDD. She manages to brighten up at seeing it, even if it's in her peripheral-- her own has become a fast highlight of any downtime she has. She's completely forgot about it until now, with the excitement and stress of everything going on. ] Juvia just wants to clarify... once we're done, we can leave, right?

This isn't like a standard shift?