She almost protests when he takes them away and is struck by- yes, the weirdness of it. That she would ask for a longer look at a beautiful drawing of her mother's hands, when she's perfectly capable of making a duplicate.

When she'd sat at the table, she'd praised his skill. Something about that wars in her now, feels more like a brag than a compliment, even though she didn't draw them, even though nothing says they draw the same or with equal skill, but...

Steph's really a bit grateful when Steve speaks again and interrupts that line of thought.

"Guess so," she agrees, nodding. A hand lifts - but she catches his movement first, stops herself from touching her hair and curls her hand over her shoulder instead. "I don't really know what we should be talking about. Or shouldn't be."