For a moment her eyes meet with the man in the mask. She freezes, as though that would somehow hide the sheer travesty set before her. The moment lasts for what feels like an eternity but in actually was probably no more than 5 seconds.

As though waking from a spell, Eight immediately returns to the clattered bits of metal. "Sorry! I'll pick it up. I promise!"

That there was a menacing man in a black helmet did not seem to even factor into what she was doing. Perhaps if she looked busy she could convince him that she wasn't spying on him...