"Ivory, so we're going Chinese?" she asks, picking hers up with ease. The gauntlets haven't impeded her use of normal utensils, though she hardly insists on chopsticks for everything. She's fairly thoroughly Americanized by this point. (And she's teasing him with the jab about going Chinese; the shape more than the material differentiates the several types of chopsticks, used for different purposes.)

"Kind of weird, to be honest. I keep expecting something to happen, and riding on adrenaline makes me jittery." More than usual.