Saralegui hadn't been too impressed with the super-speed stuff when Grif was demonstrating it back just after arrival, but he had to admit now that it had its uses. He smiled, all too pleased with the quick understanding, and took the offered hand with a nod.

"Eye contact," he said. Foregoing explanations for the moment -- there would be time later, if it became necessary at all -- he just slipped his glasses off with his free hand. Those were deftly hooked over his collar where, with any luck, they'd be safe for a few minutes.