She doesn't even try to hold in her responding laugh, lifting the datapad for a moment to shield her face before dropping it to her laugh. He is that distracting, of course, and she won't deny it.

"That may be somewhat true, yes, but I'm also sitting over here so I can do this." And she proceeds to resituate herself to laying down with her head on one of the coach's decorative pillows and her legs draped over a certain distraction's lap. Perfectly comfortable once more, she lets out a loud sigh of contentment.