Perspective? Maybe something to do with the size of gauntlets, something along the line of what she had been thinking? Sadie stops her thoughts there, it would do no good to assume or try and guess especially not when Ben would try and explain to her to the best of his ability. When Ben sits down on the bed Sadie happily hands over the brush to him and rests her hand on his leg as she scooches around for a better angle.

"Here, have a crack at it," Sadie waits for Ben to start brushing her hair before she gently squeezes his leg and continues her questions, "What sort of perspective?"