The hairs are getting annoying, tickling intrusively at the corner of her awareness. Especially since they continue to cling despite her efforts to brush them off.

"Existing as a theoretical quantum anomaly does that to a-"

She pauses. Fists clench and shadows leak out between her fingers. Him knowing to call her that. The emphasis he uses to address her when she hasn't given him a name at all. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"