Evan looks distinctly unimpressed. "That's not a nod or a shake." He stands up, with a heavy sigh, and a pronounced shrug of his own. "Though I guess we should err on the side of caution. If it wasn't enough, I guess we'll just have to give you more."

Viana lifts herself onto the bed, sitting on it. The mattress dips under her weight, but only slightly. She is a small girl, relatively, but there is nothing young about it when she smiles down at him with an expression that looks, by no measure, kind.