[The intensity with which she studies him is very sharp indeed. Her examination is fixed, pointed as a rigorously sharpened pencil, and for a split second some latent and habitual suspicion blooms behind the lines of her features. And then Wysteria makes a small, irritated noise and returns to completing her scratching note.]

Then I suppose it's a good thing I haven't spoken a word of my project to him. I would hope that to remain the case. [She shoots him a quick, sidelong glance.] Until it's ready to be produced properly, I mean.