[the warmth doesn't seem to bother him, at least—Luke is professional and his grasp doesn't linger too long, but it gives him a good idea of what to expect of her. something in her Self, then? genetic, maybe—well, he's no researcher. what she is is of no consequence, and it makes her no less than anyone else.]

Reed, then. [he's quiet a moment while they walk, but glances to her at that apology.] You've nothing to apologise for. I would have been better off leaving by this time anyway.

[it's just that simple. as much as he cares about the butterflies, as he does every insect... once they approach the edge of the dome, he exhales a little sigh, arms crossing to tap one finger against the opposing forearm.]

... is it affecting you? The pollen, that is. I'm guessing the residual effect should fade once we're outside of its range, but...

[but, as for the immediate effects... well, that will depend on her answer, he supposes. there's no benefit to being stingy right now.]