"Oh," he says, taking his hand away when she nudges him off. He feels deeply awkward for a moment, glancing at Five. She's probably going to laugh at him, he thinks.

Oh well. He sighs and shifts his hand, setting an orb of his shield into her palm. "I can make uh, basic shapes. If I could form fit it, he'd be easier to hold still for long." Half the trouble he'd had with Seven was that they were scrabbling and struggling against his shield. If he could keep the Protector completely still, he'd have more of a chance.

"Why do you want one?"