Her dark eyes are steady on him, although she's never been the stoic of any given group; she studies him openly, and sips her iced coffee.

His words, on the whole, don't even mean a whole lot; could be a copout, as far as she's concerned, a way of not really answering her question. Or it could mean he thinks she's asking the wrong one.

"Go on," she prompts him instead, uninterested in the guessing games. She's not done with questions, but she's willing to give him a little more slack.