[When her gaze slides back to Loop and Siffrin, it's gleaming, some kind of mania barely contained.]

Futile. You could no more stop me from trying than you could stop yourself from breathing.

[Then it's gone, that smiling mask back firmly in place.]

After all, if none of us had ever tried, where would we be now? It would surely be a boring timeline. But I'm not changing your minds, am I?

[Her head tilts innocently, and she sweeps the scissors underneath her, sitting on them with legs crossed as they float.]

One last question before I leave, then. What shape is time?