She sees it, something shadowy and hidden, something unknowable to anyone but him; she doesn't know what she said or did, or maybe even just what she is, that hits on it.

She's dug enough for now. She'll keep her hands to herself, as promised, unless or until he initiates. She smiles for the return words, and nods at the tablet.

"Ready for your introduction to John Hughes films? They're a whole thing."