The return greeting came with a short bow of her head. "Mister Holmes."

Ruka crossed the room with muted curiosity, turning her attention this way and that to take in the whole lab. There was more motion there to compensate for the loss of the one eye, of course, but the rest of her form was restrained. An economy of movement, of measuring just how much energy any one motion or gesture would take before making it, so practiced as to be subconscious in execution.

"We can start with the flashy stuff, I think. It should be easier to measure."

Ruka stopped there, turning. "You wouldn't happen to have a blindfold or anything like that, would you?"