[ Make our own air, she says, and Bastien's eyes narrow for a flicker of disbelief before widening again to comb over the spread of documents and diagrams with this new context. He still can't make heads or tails of most of it. Appreciates it more, though, with wonder and visions of flying ships and sky pirates stacked onto the usual curiosity. ]
Uh...
[ His attention peels away from the diagrams as if from a sticky bit of tar. ]
no subject
Uh...
[ His attention peels away from the diagrams as if from a sticky bit of tar. ]
You didn't believe him. Or you don't believe him?
[ Which tense is he working with here. ]