Given leave, Regina sat. Tightly and tidily, like a woman more sure of herself than of her welcome. She didn't immediately reach for a drink, either, since the length of her stay was no more certain. "In a moment, maybe."

She smiled, a little less instinctively and a little more politically, applying the fake it until you make it logic she'd used with Mary Margaret. "You're far too young to hate birthdays on principle. Past trauma?"