The way he looks at her - what he chooses to focus on - isn't lost on her the way her subtle emotion is on him. In a way, she's glad that he doesn't pick up on it. That gladness comes at his expense, however. It's much easier to deceive someone who isn't good at catching the little tells, isn't it? Not that she's looking to deceive him just yet, just like he wouldn't use this batch of nanomites on her. Yet.

But that he looks at her scars twists something in her stomach. It's involuntary, completely fuelled by her own insecurity. And it's unfair to him. But reading minds isn't one of her gifts. "We certainly do." Her gaze falls, as though she's suddenly interested in the buttons on his shirt. "Potential aside, did you want to take the job?"