She couldn't help but stare into that lingering gaze, the steady focus of his eyes upon her face. She bit her lip again, and eventhough she had never cared about that silly habit of hers, she wished she could have stopped herself from doing it at that exact moment. It seemed as if every movement of her was looked upon, and observed with more then just common interest. She took a deep breath and fluttered her eyes down to his chest, pulling on some loose flaps of his leather armour, trying to break the building tension of his close presence. She was nervous of it, and she knew, no felt that the rogue standing before her was able to see every emotion, every feeling she made. It scared her...<br/><br/>"I'll... I'll get my needles and thread.." She stuttered softly, looking up to his eyes, only to open one of the dark-blue bags that hang on her belt. Hanging from a silver cord, she easily picked out a thin silver needle and a dark grey thread, matching the colour of his skin. She hadn't responded to what sounded like a compliment, a strange one indeed, but it had made her feel good. Though the nervousness and strange feeling of him trying to look so deeply was surfacing in that chaos of emotions deep underneath her patchwork skin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>