In the same far too calm and matter-of-fact voice as before, Charlie informs her, with a very forced grin, "I'm going to pretend for now that I didn't see you do that."

One thing at a time. His mind really, really can't afford to latch onto that right now when he's finally gotten it good and fixed on the matter at hand.

Charlie sticks the pencil in his mouth long enough to reposition his hold on his watch, then continues, the words a little garbled by said pencil: "Okay, and...start."

Beep.