"Are you sure about that?" she asks, already moving to gingerly pluck his glasses from where they'd fallen. Huh. His eyesight is bad. Look at that, she's learning all sort of things about Carlisle today! She'd never doubted that he needed them, of course, but... hadn't imagined it was so bad that he'd fumble like a bat in the light without them.

"'Cause I'm not the one stressing about the fact ink is coming out of you," she continues before handing him the spectacles. "How fast we talkin'? Sorry this happens a lot, it seems like it sucks."