[There's a flicker of interest behind the frigid gold of Nisha's eyes, teeth sinking down into her lower lip as she follows suit - pressing upright away from the wall to match the distance he's set between them. The hum of worker bots echoes idly off the angled glass overhead.]

I don't need you to keep me comfortable, handsome. Never have. [Tepid and even and more a positive remark than something negative: she knows he's used to looking after countless beating hearts, Nisha never minds being the odd one out. All things considered he probably needs it.] And if my memory's accurate I've been cooperating all day. Cut me some slack.

[Her fingers curl around the ones he keeps tight across her whip, moving to feel out any agitated twitches.] It sure as hell ain't easy going from murdering bandits to hitting up gift shops and guided tours.

[And Wilhelm's not here to commiserate with, so...]