[ Funny, how she looks at him now. She doesn't bother with steel or emptiness; if anything she's calm about the way she respools the little thread, curls it up, puts it to the side. She starts on a piece of gunmetal next, watching the way the light flicks over the surface.
no subject
A beat, then: ]
Do you want me to be honest with you?
[ As if it's as easy as yes or no. ]