Judging by the look on her face, that thing is new to her. Why her? Why not him?
It's that thought that makes Derek realize he has no idea if he's actually been excluded from that. She hadn't noticed it until he'd pointed it out. Suddenly, as though it's burning him, Derek's shrugging off the suit jacket and tossing it aside, practically tearing the fabric of the button down shirt when he hastily pulls up the sleeves of it. He has one, too, in his left arm.
"I'm not laughing," Derek replies to her, frowning. His eyes aren't on the woman, though; he's looking at the phone in his arm. It functions like a normal smartphone — well, at least, it seems like it does. Derek wouldn't know, he's so bad at this stuff. He's still figuring out his new smartphone — but it's just...a pat of him, now. He's almost impressed by the fact that he doesn't feel any pain or irritation and he typically would feel both of those things while healing. This is clearly surgical, so he should've felt himself healing around it.
Finally, Derek looks back at the woman. "I don't know about you, but I don't really feel like waiting for the punchline." He nods toward the door that he imagines leads out into a hall which will lead to a door that leads out of the house. That's how houses work and Derek has no reason to think anything different.
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It's that thought that makes Derek realize he has no idea if he's actually been excluded from that. She hadn't noticed it until he'd pointed it out. Suddenly, as though it's burning him, Derek's shrugging off the suit jacket and tossing it aside, practically tearing the fabric of the button down shirt when he hastily pulls up the sleeves of it. He has one, too, in his left arm.
"I'm not laughing," Derek replies to her, frowning. His eyes aren't on the woman, though; he's looking at the phone in his arm. It functions like a normal smartphone — well, at least, it seems like it does. Derek wouldn't know, he's so bad at this stuff. He's still figuring out his new smartphone — but it's just...a pat of him, now. He's almost impressed by the fact that he doesn't feel any pain or irritation and he typically would feel both of those things while healing. This is clearly surgical, so he should've felt himself healing around it.
Finally, Derek looks back at the woman. "I don't know about you, but I don't really feel like waiting for the punchline." He nods toward the door that he imagines leads out into a hall which will lead to a door that leads out of the house. That's how houses work and Derek has no reason to think anything different.