( He has good manners, whether it seems alien to him or otherwise— it's appreciated. Not that she makes anything so delicate that he would harm it even if he'd dropped it half-finished, but best not to tempt fate, hmm?

But she sees his eyes moving around and the careful way he composes himself when he finally takes a seat, having acknowledged her nonverbally along the way. They have that in common. The constant input of information around them, always attentive, always utilizing their surroundings in their demeanor. He's bright; she can tell.

Then they're getting situated as he rolls his pant leg up, and lifts it to rest atop her knee— she'll catch the metal heel mid-motion and help settle it where it's comfortable for her, on the beginning of the meat of her thigh, getting a closer look as her right hand begins to sketch. )

Are you still growing, then, or do you mean between the lunar shifts? It's very skillfully made, though I'm sure I don't need to tell you as much.