"Probably." She can't help the heavy sigh. Mothers. They could be so lovingly protective.

It got in the way of Science all the time.

The cloth is accepted so she can move to stand by the table. It's not the first time she's helped with this, but she'll still wait to be directed where to start, still spend a moment watching him work before falling to. "Maybe if I promise to wear new boots she'll fuss less."