No, no, he's right. I can see it. A little tweed sports jacket with the patches on the elbow. A pair of cute tortoiseshell glasses.

（ she leans back in her seat, raises her arms and arranges her fingers in mimicry of a picture frame, squinting at barnes through the space as if it were a magic portal capable of rendering him into such an outfit. then she leans over into steve's space, hands still aloft, for him to 'see' the same.

with an exaggerated nudge to his shoulder: ）

I bet he can do complex equations in his head. What a nerd.