[He meets her gaze with trepidation, having to sit in her words as though the time would glue the idea to place and keep it from vanishing. But slowly, he nods, a breathless smile as he turns his wrist over and carefully works at the bands.]

I didn't think I'd ever own one of these... I remember when they were first getting popular in our country.

[It took a while, as many things from the West often did.]

Have you ever seen them before coming here, Pyra?