She huffs a sigh and holds up the book in question, the one she'd won at the cost of some of her dignity. Its pages are still a little warped around the edges, despite her best attempts at drying it and pressing the pages. She's just grateful it's still readable.

"It's a history of the two planets before their collision. If you're going to stay, you can at least stop looming."

She doesn't make room for him so much as look pointedly at the open space next to her. There's plenty of room for him to sit without crowding her and without making her feel quite so towered over. It's not the warmest of invitations, but they're not enemies anymore. She'd like to reach some sort of understanding that would allow them to simply exist in the same space without resentment.