Her gaze dips to look at his hand, though she meets his eyes again almost immediately. It's not that she looks away to hide her feelings-- when it counts, she can draw the storm shutters, keep her thoughts off her face. It feels a little disingenuous, though, which is why she'd always rather avert her gaze.

"If this is all we get..." she begins, trailing off for a moment to find the right words, "Then I guess we don't get very much, do we?"