Bel watches quizzically, hand resting easily in Clark's grasp, Betan reflexes happy to leave it right where it is. The gentle touch isn't surprising. He's a good man, this one.

"If it was trying to tell us something, we'd each be able to see our own." Bel frowns, glancing up at the speakers; the AI is all around them, not lurking behind the wall, but it's easier to pretend one can look at it. "This smells of some sort of mind game."