"Maybe." She was trying her best to ignore him, instead messing with the knobs and dials on her own. Frustrated, she started to take off the machine's front casing. "Make yourself useful and find me a tool box or something."

She paused then, looking up at Pietro peeking over her shoulder. It was bizarre to see herself from this angle, to see herself as the other saw her. She looked so... not old exactly. But she looked tired, worn out. The lines on her face weren't from smiling. They were from years of worry and stress. Bobbi never would have noticed them if not for seeing herself through Pietro's eyes. Suddenly she felt hypercritical of herself.

"Wait a second," she said, voice dropping a little. "How come you never told me I look like crap?"