Windy blinked questioningly several times, yet nodded all the same. She had been mostly admiring work, except for two projects. She had wanted to inspect each of the other projects to make sure she didn't copy something, or someone else hadn't, unknowingly started a project Bruce would find being the same as what was pinpointed for her. She pulled the safety goggles off, setting them around her neck as new age neckwear.<br/><br/>"Erm... Sorry, Crystal..." She noticed Bruce coming in, but he was still far enough away for what she wanted to say quietly. "Know yer me super an' all, dinnae think compliments wul be taken tha' way... Only corrected two projects.... Why I hae a feelin' wunna was yours? The one wi' disaster written all over I coulnae help meself... I dinnae wanna see you in a shipload o' shit when it backfired."<br/><br/>She sighed as the two exchanged words about to accept dinner. Now, she raised both eyebrows straight up as she removed her goggles from around her neck. "Uh... Raincheck, Chris? I still hae a passcode t' remember, an' Bruce prolly wants me t' practice th' one for the gate... So dinner wulnae be a problem next time. Still new a' th' manor, ye know." She looked genuinely sorry about turning down dinner, and wanted to make it up to her first lover. "Unless ye follow in yer vehicle, an' dine wi' us? After ye cul help set up me things in th' guest room I'm borrowin' for me probation period?" She looked between the two, sure she was 21, legal even to drink, but she was still a guest in Bruce's home.