<span style="font-style: italic">Oh.</span>It was hard for her to hide her disappointment. A single lens could never substitute an eye, no matter how similar the way they worked were.<br/><br/>Sha'irn scrambled to her feet, eying the hand print on the older mans face with a sudden surge of embarrassment and sorrow. He shouldn't have to close his eyes. No one should.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">"Pardon, sir. I assure you, my hard handedness was in your best interest. As for the - the unfortunate incident, looking into my eyes provokes intense feelings of guilt and shame, along with the memories that caused it."</span><br/><br/>She stretched out her hand in the air, grasping the floating cube and examining it closely, tracing a finger along the unnaturally even corners.<span style="font-style: italic">Curious thing. Wonder how it came to be.</span>She blinked at the lens, for an instant imagining she saw a flicker of something other than dead glass.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">"If there is anything I can do to apologize for this impoliteness, please let me know,"</span>Sha'irn told the air between the cube and the cloaked man still sitting on the cobble.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">"Even if it is only something as simple as providing you with directions, buying you a pint, or taking you to a more stable power station, I would gladly do so."</span><br/><br/>She threw a quick, apologetic glance back at Tani as she spoke. What a morning.