[She is hungry, and Root does look particularly nice to watch right now. Reaching back with her hand, Shaw runs her fingers along the inside of Root's wrist, then trails them up her forearm, over her stomach, and across her hipbone before withdrawing.]

When things don't feel real, it's nice not to have too many choices to make. So, uh-- you can cook. I'll just lie here. I'm still trying to figure out what I think about Neal.

[The orb gets a brief glance.]

We could... talk about that.