[As she takes her seat (though she does look down to see if there's any trace of those fallen outlines below), Cantarella turns over her shoulder and leans in Solomon's direction, taking a playful dip into his personal space.]

Do you think you've earned both or either? You're obviously so careful; do I still have to be worried about you?

["Careful" here likely refers to any number of things. He's been very observant, metered with his information, precise with (most of) his public interactions with people.]

The man survived the removal of his head. Whatever it may be, it's beyond what binds us. All this about working in pairs...I felt nothing so potent with mine.