"Interesting."
The word came out quietly, with the specific, self-contained quality of someone narrating an observation to themselves rather than communicating it to an audience. Her eyes had tracked Phase Steps with the sharp, recording precision of a gaze that does not miss things — following the displacement from its origin point to its resolution several hundred meters away with the focused, unhurried attention of someone cataloguing rather than reacting.
No shock.....
No frustration at the escaped grip, no recalibration of posture, no evidence whatsoever that the sudden disappearance of something that had been in her hand a moment before had cost her anything in the register of composure. She simply looked at the new position with the same quality of attention she had applied to the old one, as if the distance Lukas had put between them was a development of interest rather than a complication.
