Her elation is so genuine, so complete, so infectious, that for a moment it catches Tim off guard. It twitches one corner of his mouth upward, a startled, undeniably fond quirk of the lips.

"Hey, yeah. You did it."

He almost reaches out to - to effect some kind of affection gesture he's not sure he can enumerate to himself, like maybe ruffling her hair, something he's not even entirely sure she would enjoy, before thinking better of it, and settling instead for holding up a hand in anticipation for a high-five.

"You're a natural, kid."