When she turned back to look at him, she thought she saw a flash of odd color in his eye. Her stomach jumped, but he blinked and it was gone, replaced by the usual blue of his eye. The color shift hadn't been too great—the sunlight was shining onto them from the windows nearby—she could feel it on her own face. It had to have been that, but she still found herself on edge. He looked at her, waiting for her to speak.