"If I see at clearer anything, that's going to be a miracle in itself," she remarks dryly, but there's a bit of a smile to her lips. "But I appreciate your open-mindedness nonetheless."

She steps closer, offering her hand again, a bit less warily this time. She's marginally less worried that he's going to rip her arm off. "Do we have an accord, then? A mad understanding? A wicked epiphany? Feel free to apply whichever phase you might like, I'm not picky."