The abrupt alteration fo trajectory seems to catch her off guard. She blinks twice, the lay of her hand flattening absently and then falling completely away to her side.

Yes, of course. Madame de Cedoux.

(She is aware, distantly, of the tingle of sensation that crawls up into her left shoulder. That reaches its fingertips up into the muscle of her shoulder and neck.)

"Good. I'm pleased to hear she's giving the possibility proper consideration."