She turns up shortly, wearing baggy pants and an oversized blue long-sleeved shirt with dark stains at the back and breast, her hands hidden. She's wary, and watching around her with blatant suspicion, and looks him over with more of the same when she sees him.

She doesn't smile. There are no marks on her face that indicate this is anything unusual for her, but she nods anyway.

"If you're actually trying, can't fault that," she says instead.