[Connor is designed to observe, to take in small changes in body language, in facial expression. The tension knitting at her brow does not go unnoticed, and he wonders briefly if he has mislabeled her. Something that many would take offense to, he's certain, but it doesn't seem to resonate too loudly between them, whatever it was. She takes the flower from him, speaking nothing on the matter.

Another question to be filed away. He holds onto them as if they were a small collection to be shown off at a later time.]

Nothing happening is still technically a result. It further defines what to expect, even if said result ends up being prosaic.

[But he clasps his hands behind his back, and tilts his head ever so slightly.]

Do you feel a change?