She observed Ed casually from over the rim of her wineglass. Wine wasn't necessarily her thing, but she could sip her way through a dose of it in mild agony. There was a gleam of something unsaid in his eyes, and Vaughn was contemplating it up until the moment Ella changed the subject. The roof.
Vaughn choked, sputtering wine back into her glass. Blinking away her shock in a very subtle recovery, she looked apologetic. Vacantly shrugging at Ella's question in response, "I'm never sure what to think about what I hear in this building. You never know which half is true."