[No jumping or being startled is certainly a good thing, at least. She also appreciates the deep breath, as it prevents her from suggesting it herself. She just leans over beside her head as her hands continue their business.] With you, and us both, probably. Remember, when one of us slaps our name on something, they're slapping at least half of the other's.

[She smiles a bit, if weakly.] But that's okay. Right now, all they've got for us are words - we've got the high ground if they try anything.