"Well, you asked me, and it's not like I had plans," she answers tartly, and she leans her chin on her shoulder, watching him for a long moment. "What're you drawing?" She asks it quietly, and she's not nervous, persae, but she's cautious and careful and weirdly guarded right now because she doesn't know if tonight is just like it was today, or if something reset and they're just two people who know one another again.