He blushed slightly, a rare, shy smile hitting his lips. "I'm sure it's the bad winter light," he tried to brush off the compliment.
"You're good on the show, what I've see of it at least. Stevens, right?" He hadn't seen every episode but had caught a couple during his insomnia, and he recalled a particularly powerful speech she'd given about sexism and beauty standards. She was a good actress, as much as he could say anything of the sort (he certainly wasn't an expert).