It was probably the close proximity of their hands, or the choice of his words, but her expression sobers up quite quickly. Almost as quick as that blush on her face. She almost wants to refute with him, tell him that maybe he shouldn't, but Namine reminds herself that it's his book, his choice. And he was drawing something in it for him.

Not for her, and not for one else.

"A-alright," that isn't really helping her slight dilemma here, and her eyes shoot downward to the book far too quickly. For a while her stokes on the page are faint, loose and vaguely in the form of a circle. But after a moment or two, they start to take a more tangible form; rails and shapes of tall buildings in the background. While she might have been thinking about the apartment, it looks more like the fire escape that they sat on months ago.