"This is true. And nature rarely holds still for anything." She accepts the sketchbook, setting it in her lap to start turning pages, taking her time to admire the different sketches.

At his question, she shakes her head with a low chuckle, amusement in her gaze as she glanced towards him.

"Me? I'm afraid that's a talent I don't have. My talents lie more in finding where it hides, and admiring it when I do find it." Something about Steve;s earnest awkwardness was... endearing. He might feel embarrassed, but it was sweet in it's own way.