Zephyr figures it won't be too much of a problem if it's only mostly even instead of precisely even. "I'll be careful," he says absently, hefting the crossbeam up to where she wants it. He shifts it a little -- yeah, okay, close enough. Zephyr changes pressure to hold it there, squints his eyes shut, and looks away. "Go for it."

Loud and bright, his favorite.

"Who's Tony?" Zephyr asks idly, hoping he's loud enough to be heard. Boring otherwise. "He might need a course in watching you work."