"Stop laughing at me," she protested, pouting a little, then sighed when she realized how petulant she sounded. Setting the jar of pickles down, she leaned against him and murmured a quiet, "Sorry. I never thought I'd be the crazy, hormonal type." His presence definitely helped, even though she felt a little ridiculous. "I'm glad you're amused, at least." John wasn't the type to get aggravated over much of anything - ensigns aside - but she was glad he was taking this in stride.