At Senna's reply, the wood elf purses her lips in a smile as she struggles not to let her enthusiasm for that suggestion be<i>terribly</i>obvious.  Her sparkling eyes glance to one side as if in consideration, and her smile spreads in spite of her efforts.  "I think you did wonderfully with the armor," she says with a subdued eagerness, walking toward the artificer with precise, even steps.  Her feet cross each other her languid steps carry her closer, and she tilts her face in an almost animalistic gesture of interest.  "I could use the help-- you could see how your work's fitting, maybe review the rest of my equipment?"  The emphasis on the last word is subtle, but shameless.