She paused, only speaking after a longer moment than ever before, and a good solid roll of her lips as a sign of internal reflection. Gretel had no context for the phrase 'computerized program', but she compared the idea to what he called his soul.
"So you're like a baby, in a grown body, with a mind full of facts and nothing to judge them by..." Gretel smirked, for the first time since arriving on this place, with a hint of actual teenage amusement in her eyes- much of her playfulness had been stamped out by her difficult existence- survival demanded maturity. But she was still seventeen.
"May I see your hand again?" When she had it, without warning, Gretel grazed her fingertips and nails- light as gosling feathers- on the thin, nerve heavy skin of the inside of Vision's wrist and up as far as his sleeve hem, just to see what he'd do.