She makes a face at the idea of holding him, which is what she's been trying to avoid. Her maternal instincts pretty much fall in the negative area of the spectrum and it shows as she wanders over with heavy feet, sitting down beside him and figuring it's inevitable he's going to shove the kid at her, so she might as well do this before it starts crying. "What do I do?" she asks, holding both arms out with her elbows slightly bent. "If he takes a shit, he's going right back to you," she warns.