Talk? Now? ...I had hoped to at least get through dinner first--what is he saying? Not knowing what to say to a comment like that, Pippa looks down at their hands again, at the way they are stacked and folded, clasped and entwined. "I'm...I'm really not sure I know what you're getting at, Ro."

She's far too polite to simply say she thinks he's being odd, a little weird even. More than that, she's hoping he really isn't going to prove to be some sort of nutty eccentric--goodness knows that New York is full of those types. "What you are has to do with my hand healing? I don't quite follow..."

Pippa's looking at him again, her blue eyes full of wary apprehension at what he might say next. She's also fighting the instinctive impulse to pull her hands away from him. Just in case.