[he receives an extended, complaining:] Thank you.

[she lowers her hands, re-situates, and offers him a pleasant enough(?) smile. it might be just to mollify him with a pretty face so he doesn't scream anymore, though... ah...

inwardly her mental process can probably be described as,

what an idiot.]

Look, I don't understand all of their fancy-schmancy technology. Who has the time for that? But it's run by what you think. That's the simple truth of it. You think that you want something to happen with the jewelry, and then it happens.

You can see my face right now, because I want you to.