[ There's definitely her own version of strangeness at being embodied this way, and seeing him in person, and having to track her body language in giving her away, which it consistently does. Catherine has a tentativeness, a shyness to the way she keeps herself pulled in tight that does not translate to her voice.

But all that means nothing in the face of Simon wanting to have this conversation again, and after a long moment of her whole face gone tight and blank, she draws up straight, looking at him dead on. ]

Well, your wish was granted. Simon, you don't want to hear the answer to this question right now, so don't ask me. You already know what I'm not saying. [ She is not going through this again. No thanks. Hard pass. Especially not out in public like this. Catherine is frustrated that he's ruining all of her plans to be productive, enjoy herself. Instead, firmly: ] What do you do with what?