Ana made an uncomfortable noise in the back of her throat. She felt a bit like a butterfly with a pin through its abdomen, held in place by his sad smile. "I just wish she could have stayed here, you know?" she asked. "I don't have a lot of friends, it's a short list of people who care enough to get past the growling exterior. Even shorter that get all the way in. So I'll keep my eyes peeled, but I hope they brought their metaphorical siege weapons." She sighed and signaled for another drink.