Yeah...the shock... [Hester touches her leg gingerly, free of blood and glass, perfectly fine. Not even a run in her stocking. It's not a surprise, she's seen him do magic from the day they'd met on the train. Truth be told even now, months later, she still gets a little dazzled when he does it.] It's-it's better. Thank you.

[She sits there quietly for a long minute, just looking at the spot where the wound had been, before slowly raising her eyes to look at Will.]

Mr. Weidman, why me? What made me special enough for you to choose me?

[This is fine. This is better than asking him why she was included in Salieri's photo. Asking what's wrong with her, why her sleep comes in fits, why she keeps remembering the wrong things about her own life.]