[The expression on her own face is still soft, with a little bit of worry sneaking in around her eyes.] You're sure? [His carnie smile earns a wrinkle of her nose, but a tiny hint of relief that it's not as brittle as it could be if she truly had stepped into something too sore. A sigh, and she's next to him on the couch, sitting in the same position she had been on the chair (knees up, slouched down), only now her shoulder is pressed to his.] I can tell you about the rest of them if you want. Sometimes they're more trouble than they're worth, you know.