V can only judge what the woman is wearing, but it bears witness to her statement. After all, it partially motivated his own comment, the clothes not being the right match for this jewelry. "You can change or let it sit as precious decor."

Her choice which. The necklace is beautiful, but he wonders if that is the carrot to alter her behavior. His mind goes to the jacket he was given, the one he's not wearing despite the fact they make their way out toward the cold once more. His arms are bare. Yet he does not mention the coat, not wanting that conversation. V will not wear the pity that came from the one who gave him the coat.

"What promises to be a kit to build my very own dragon," V says. He lifts up the kit, the box promising that the dragon will be able to breathe fire (matches included). "Why that would be chosen for me, I cannot say."