She catches his expression in the corner of her eye, but it's gone before she can even process it. Had she touched a nerve? She hadn't meant to, but there's a lot about Reynard she doesn't know. It doesn't feel like he's dishonest with her, but he hasn't been exactly forthcoming about his true nature, either.

She hopes that he isn't hiding something sinister. She likes having him as a friend.

"Some people don't know themselves well enough to make that distinction," she remarks quietly. before smiling wryly. "Good thing I no longer worry about secretly being a Cylon." She finishes her sketch and stands back to admire her work. It's a simple outline of what appears to be a robot's head. The "eyes" are just one long slit, like a knight's visor. "That should do it... which tool here is best for cutting?"