Katherine noticed his unraveling of the wrapping and her mouth tightened, embarrassed at her faux pas. "I'm sorry." She scratched her ear again, glancing down. "I didn't mean to stare, if I was."
It was simply so odd, and in its way, relieving, to find that Alistair was in the same position that she was. Whatever was said about the wild card, Katherine didn't believe for a moment that aces and jokers would ever be treated the same, even in discrimination.
"You placed your hand down once when you'd spilled a glass of water and it seemed to..." She frowned, trying to provide the right word for what she'd seen. Absorption seemed too simple. "It just entered your skin, or it seemed to. I'm not sure that you noticed at the time. It was a couple of years ago, when we were preparing that argument on the immigration reform bill."