[ Being involved in an engineered situation that involves passing compliments and flirtatious advances back and forth is, honestly, not her forte. She's lead her people for countless years, to battle and back home, her hands full of weapons as readily as they've taken up hammer and nail to build new boweries for offspring. Silly driftwood cradles, hesitantly gifted. Necklaces of cowrie.

Here, she has to use her words in new ways, and they come out hesitant and obviously shy. ]

We both have good taste, then.

[ Eyes, being the windows into the soul. Her own are bright, like a harvest moon and she openly enjoys the color of his -- like the shallows of the sea. A favored color for her. ]

I don't think I've ever really looked at a human before. Not like this, not to find something I enjoy about them. You look younger than my father, though. Your face is very, smooth.

[ Second compliment, though she takes one hand off of her card to press her fingertips to Jim's cheek, careful not to scratch him. ]