Percy doesn't answer her first questions, a vague sense of embarrassment coming over him. It's novel, actually, trying and failing to talk to a woman - the stakes are so low, and yet he'd rather face a fight. And Vex in particular seems to have mastered the art of leaving people tongue-tied.

(Him, at least. Every time he remembers he's here beside her - especially after her naked shoulder nudges against his - it's like he swallowed a beehive. With his clothes on, refusing to let himself think too deeply on anything, he meets the bare minimum of small talk. Now there's no way to forget himself, no armor between him and the rest of the world.)

Her second question, he can manage, at least. With something besides a towel on, he could probably deliver the answer with the tenor of a lecturing professor. Right now, his voice comes out softer, guarded but genuine. "The world's blurrier. Anything near to hand, I can see all right - but the further away something is, the less detail I have."