Well, that at least, was a relief. There wasn't any hesitation in her answer. No tensions or apparent worries when she speaks of him. She's cautious, but not to the point of being completely defensive. No darting eyes or forced smiles.

"That's good," he said sincerely, falling once again into silence before their meals arrived. He'd about reached his limit of small talk. But sitting in relatively good company for a quiet meal wasn't so bad. Unless she was the talkative sort. He could do a decent job of listening if she was.