Ah. So he really did understand nothing. That comes as some mix of relief for her own dignity and concern for this man overall. At least he had tried to drink his Respect Women Juice. Credit where credit is due, however little it may be.
"I see." She at least doesn't seem angry. That's probably the best case scenario for Sylas, here. "Perhaps you should take more care when considering whose projections you attend, in the future."
She regarded his expression with a raised eyebrow. His odd reactions continued to baffle her. She was frightening to some, sure, but was she that frightening? Things to consider.
"That strange machine in the warehouse dispensed it. Since it had given Ellie stickers, I had assumed it dispensed random things. That it dispensed a personal item of yours is odd."
Just what things of hers could be in there, she wonders.
"And as I said to you before, I have no interest in critiquing something you've clearly made for your own enjoyment. You can stop looking at me as though I intend to burn it in front of you. My work involves searching for meaning and intent, not just technical skill. Unless you intend to display this in a gallery and claim it as a thinkpiece on environmentalism, it is not something I will express some deep opinion about. That I could tell it was yours at least gives some credence to the level of detail you were able to achieve, if that soothes your nerves. I assume you would like this back, yes?"
She continues to hold it out to him.
