[Eiffel's silence on that is damning.

His lips just press a bit as he turns his face away, and takes a long, quiet breath.

Eventually, he turns back to Roman, and the soft smile has managed to resurrect on his face.]

Come on. I still want you to meet her. We're just gonna have to do it the old fashioned way - horrible invasions of privacy and tape recordings!

[He pushes off the window, grabbing the ceiling instead.]

Follow me! And- try not to overthink the whole anti-gravity centipede dilemma, just pretend it's a horrible swim where kicking doesn't work.