Not certain how to take the mention of her brother, it it had been an honest bit of information or a warning that she had someone looking after her health, Antonin merely smiled and nodded his head in response, "Very well, child," he said, returning to the informal terms he called every individual that was younger than himself. "I will be speaking to you soon, good day.."
It was easy, to watch her and smile at her pleasant attitude, to want to see her smile in return. He'd find her again, she'd given him the perfect excuse to look. Her case files would have more information in them than he could learn in a month of asking her questions. Oftentimes he wondered about individuals and their foolishness.