[ She's doing her best to just work without regard for the fact that he's right there, and her shields are under too much strain these days for her to not pick up at least undercurrents of his mind.
It's not going so well. She keeps flicking him glances out of the corner of her eyes, having to stop and start counting wires again. It's probably best not to let her handle anything sharp right now, it might slip. ] That so. [ It's not the tone of someone who wants this to be honesty hour at all. After a moment she puts down the wrench she'd picked up, sits back on her heels and looks up at him, hands resting on her knees as she considers. She doesn't want honesty hour but she's far too tired for charades. ] What do you want from me?
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It's not going so well. She keeps flicking him glances out of the corner of her eyes, having to stop and start counting wires again. It's probably best not to let her handle anything sharp right now, it might slip. ] That so. [ It's not the tone of someone who wants this to be honesty hour at all. After a moment she puts down the wrench she'd picked up, sits back on her heels and looks up at him, hands resting on her knees as she considers. She doesn't want honesty hour but she's far too tired for charades. ] What do you want from me?