[ Her arm tugs, just slightly, against his grip before she relaxes it and lets her hand stay. She feels like it'd be shaking, if he wasn't holding it. ]

Because he lives in a puck! I can't— I can't tell when he's gonna do anything!

[ She huffs, a little. It's not even a good argument, if anything it proves his point. Delta's projected close enough to cast her face in green light and she turns her head away from him. ]

You say 'start now' like— like it's so simple, Drew. You know it's not.