Of course, Mr. Stark. I wouldn't dream of it. [Honestly; what does he take her for?
Wysteria doesn't straighten. After all, her particular vantage from leaning across the table to gain access to the paper placed before him makes for a far better angle to observe than from above. And for a long beat after the device is exposed, she is simply very quiet and keen: leaning faintly closer to peer into the clouded depths of the object so that the waxy blue light catches against filaments of her pale hair. As promised, her hands remain obediantly to herself.]
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Wysteria doesn't straighten. After all, her particular vantage from leaning across the table to gain access to the paper placed before him makes for a far better angle to observe than from above. And for a long beat after the device is exposed, she is simply very quiet and keen: leaning faintly closer to peer into the clouded depths of the object so that the waxy blue light catches against filaments of her pale hair. As promised, her hands remain obediantly to herself.]
My. It's very striking, isn't it?
[--Is what she begins to say.]