Seven-oh-seven was silently mouthed with a faultless consummate by the dusky glass-ghost who although had not yet cracked a smile or shattered into a laugh, did begin to unfortunately in that moment find this one amusing. There was a glossy clue of it in her wide, vibrant eyes, and the uppity-uplifting of the corner of her mouth in just the slightest corral of a grin.
"One-oh-...why do you look so upset... " she shielded her eyes, moment of fleeting clarity, squinting to peer up at him through an opening in her shaky fingers. Reposing back onto the cushions consequently caused a sllloooowww sliiiide. Slippery, but she caught herself. Was he a cop? "You don't hide your impatience well... with all that heavy armor... and yo--"
Out of the corner of her eye, one of the first symptoms of her own pantheon's damning influence; fleeting figures.