She can't - or won't - hold his eyes. She's trying to give away the throw, the memory of-- well.

He guesses it's best if he doesn't ask about the glass art.

But she's here for a reason. Maybe she thought he'd be with Steve - it'd make sense, if she had, and if she'd only put the tracker on him....

"Fine," he says, still studying her, his hand still resting on the edge of the throw. He sounds dubious about that. "Why don't I believe you?"