"This is all I have on me right now," she answered without looking. The little meter kept going off higher and higher as if the specter was playing games with her. "I would want to come back with my equipment to do a full investigation. I can write up a proposal for the curator to approve."
...watch you stretch... Pippin's eyes widened. This time she could feel her cheeks burning red. There was nowhere to run to and by now she realized he was doing this one purpose. Fine. Two can play that game. Sort of.
Pippin turned to look at Ragnar, cheeks aflame but a glint in her eye and a quirk of her lips. Then, in the tiniest voice she said, "You could reach higher than me, you know." EEK! What was she doing?!