People like yourself?

[she says it so calmly, like it's natural and not calling him out.]

I've heard you pacing, Mr. Rantaro. You fidget in a way that says you'd rather be out under an open sky than to be inside with us. It's not so obvious that you would be noticed, but...

[carefully, she reaches her hand over to find his, knowing by the rings on his hand, and gently pats it.]

I understand it a little more than you'd think.