She didn't notice it being to busy either playing with his hair or bickering with her children playfully. In all actuality she seemed like a playful, if not bizzar, motherly entity. Not having a problem flaunting her appearance. However she seemed to get defensive and hush hush whenever her plastic surgery was mentioned. "How old are you little thing~?" she asked with a smile.<br/><br/>Her daughter was pinching the bridge of her nose and grumbling to herself. Her son appeared annoyed too. More so then it would be normal. A sign that could lead to many notions by how hurried they appeared. Ether they had been in deep conversation  of a subject of important need, which hadn't once been mentioned, they were no happier to be here then Driscoll, or they were merely impatient in nature.<br/><br/>Jay however seemed in no interest or hurry to return to the conversation, even reluctant. Brushing off everyone of her children's desires to return to the 'task at hand'. Eventually they got fed up with their mother and walked off stating they would return to the discussion later.