Between floods and breaches and pot-stirrers and William, it's far from the most intensely prying thing she's had to contend with. Something in her expression falters, recalling last winter-- little what-if ornaments, she presumed. Her parents, separate. Her dad, just...out. Buying groceries, getting the car inspected. Normal. Undisturbed.

She meticulously regains her perk.

"Small to start with, got smaller. None now." And then a shrug. "Not that it'd make a lot of difference here, anyway. Plenty to keep busy with."