He afforded her another look amid his concentration, multitasking on a few things here. Strength, the construct, balance, and polite conversation. It was hard to tell which one was the hardest. Strength, probably, he generally had a good hold on all of the other things, but strength tended to wain with use.
"Are you afraid of something you've made yourself? If I can trust anything..." He shifted from side to side a bit, trying to give his arms some relief. "Is a nice view of the city, isn't it?" he asked, not looking at it. "World is tiny."