It turns out that practice at a highly technical thing is extremely conducive to doing that extremely technical thing well. Yvette's third lace attempt is - well, kind of gorgeous, actually. There are little things she can do better, little things she wants to try, maybe she can figure out a way to make patterns that are more flower-like instead of the incredibly geometric vaguely flower-like patterns she currently has.

Either way, she's pleased with her third result. She's just finishing up the final touches of it, coaxing geometrically perfect spirals into something more organic when a very loud something startles her out of her fugue.

She looks up in alarm at the loud noises. She notes the cracks in the contraption's enclosure.

".... Um, Miles?"