[“It would be wise not to.” He’s no slouch, then; that’s good.

[Yuri nods. A watch is a terribly inconvenient surface for reading, but the concept isn’t unheard of. Unsure if she should stand and draw nearer, she pockets her phone and reaches towards his device—a silent offer to toy with its settings herself.

[It’s automatic. He has no reason to trust her with it, really; but she appears unarmed, and he decidedly does not. It’s a fickle game, this. They’ve gotten this far.]