Nita parks the setup outside - either she'll come back and pick it up, or someone else on Orange will put it back, somewhat exasperated perhaps - before coming in, letting Tidus set the pace.

She notes the presence of the closed notebook, but lets it alone. It'll come up if or when Tidus prefers it, and no sooner.

She tilts her head, folding her legs up underneath her. Ready for him to begin.