Her gaze lingers for a long moment, watching him avoid eye contact, sit, measuring up the stance of his body and how he's moving and cataloguing it, trying to see what can be drawn from it.

Fine she doesn't quite scoff at, but she's always found it funny that they all still use it. It's become such a relative word these days. None of them have been actually fine for a long time.

"When isn't it?" She drops her gaze back to her work for a moment, flicking back and forth between three screens as she tries to corral coding and make it do what she wants. "How's yours coming?"