Oh, delightful. He had a brain inside of his skull. She knew more than one person who'd been in her old boss's employ who'd taken at least twice as long, and god help Cinder, but she always seemed to assume that Neo would finally up and say something, and they'd been working together closely for months. Then again, she was convinced the fall maiden was not the brightest bulb in the pack, just very cunning and powerful.

She gave him a rather rakish grin when he said that. No, there wouldn't be much point in asking her, would there? Most people relied on nicknames after all. She didn't seem to engage much in pantomime or sign language efforts, though. Instead, she reached into her sleeve and pulled out her fluid. Those fingers moved... fast. Lifting it, she showed him the message typed out.

I have this, if it's important. Not long.

She waited to watch the cant of his eyes and once she was certain he'd seen it, or decided to ignore it, she slipped it back out of sight on her wrist. Oh yes, she could type things out. She just didn't want to do that.