She drops her eyes under his study, watching his fingers on the green fabric like something might be written there beneath them.

His question gets an aborted shrug and a shake of her head; all her focus is on the throw.

"It could be," she says, carefully. "If you wanted it."

She's not very good at being oblique, but she finds herself shying away from anything more pointed. When she looks back up again, it takes real effort to find a breezy smile for him. "I've been fine. Seen a lot of new places."