Night Sky looked down at her wrist, up to Red Son, and when he made absolutely no comment about what he just did, she stared at him expectantly. What was that? What was he doing? Explain!

"What are you--" not the carnelian! She got that especially for him! Tempted as she was to object, it was clear he was in the zone of whatever he was doing, and she truly didn't even know what to say or if she should interrupt. So she stood there, dumbfounded and awed because, while alarming, it was all very impressive.