After eying the folded piece of paper for a moment, Viana slowly reaches out to take it, pulling it towards her with only her middle and index finger, as if purposely trying to touch it as little as possible. There is suspicion written plainly all over her face, but she withholds from any smart comments for now. "...Okay," she answers sullenly, turning the letter over in her hands. She doesn't open it, perhaps waiting for her brother to wake up, perhaps waiting for just simple privacy. "I will...sir."