Ameiko, arms crossed as she holds back her tongue from the criticism she wishes to lodge against either the carpenter's craftsmanship, work ethic, or both, raises an eyebrow at Synovia. She purses her lips, frowns, grunts and storms off as if the carpenter had offended all of her sensibilities on purpose, though truth be told the young man hasn't even noticed Ameiko's iiritation as he measures the floor. "What?"