[For the first time in a very long time, Rosalind is speechless.

It's just-- it's stunning. It's utterly stunning, and it takes everything in her not to don a pair of gloves and start running around, just to see what she'll find. Galileo, good god, and to her left she can see a lead box labeled Marie Curie. There's names she doesn't recognize, too, and papers she'd have to look closely at to understand, but god, the history in this place . . . Rosalind's eyes dart about, her mouth parted in obvious shock as she takes it all in.

She allows the familiar touch, both because Tony is a friend and she's giddy enough not to care. If he'd liked her smile before, he'll bask in this one: she's beaming as she turns to face him, looking a little younger than she is as she does her best not to bounce on the balls of her feet or take off running.]

Like it? Good god, Tony, I-- I don't think I have the words to express--

[She takes a steadying breath, containing some of her giddiness, and offers him a more even smile: just as bright, but with a little less excitement at the edge.]

Thank you. Truly. Not just for this, but all evening. This is . . . it means quite a bit that you went to all this trouble.