[...She loosens up. No good to keep pulling half-serious teases at Silver.]

I'm joking. [But he hadn't answered, and he was fairly distant -- awkward, too.] I'm a lot different than her, aren't I. Well, that's good. I should be unmistakable in any world, or something like that. Are you okay?

[She'll let go of his hand, too. It just doesn't feel right.]