Zaana smiles at Shawn as she lifts him into the air and deposits him into her... Coils. She sits him down on it like a big donut-shaped beanbag. Her coils shift and move slightly underneath him to make his seat more comfortable. This was one of those unique moments that most people would never be able to do in their lives, and she knew it. This was more like her personal thanks for letting her do what she wants to him and for being so nice to her when he took her in.