She pulled her hand back, wincing as the box was in her face. She took it from him, avoiding a mouth with Sean Connery in it and placing it carefully on the couch between them. To an extent, her guess was proven. He was too defensive about it for it not to be.
"It does seem to have a bad pacing so far," she admitted, before settling back in her seat. Her chin rested on her hands, barely wincing at the violence. Sheila was immune to it.