[ He is given over by mild surprise -- he may be something of a public figure, but he isn't accustomed to being recognized by teenage girls. Baelheit gives her an appraising, almost scrutinizing look, far from distracted from the matter of her arm. He is intensely curious. ]
Ah -- you know of my work, I presume.
[ He takes the proffered hand and shakes it after a moment of hesitation. ]
no subject
Ah -- you know of my work, I presume.
[ He takes the proffered hand and shakes it after a moment of hesitation. ]
Might I ask who designed your arm?