Altair/Ofelia/Open
Her cigarette was almost out, and that signalled the lifespan for this conversation was extinguishing as well. Ofelia raised one shoe, balancing easily on one foot, and ground it out beneath her heel. When she straightened, she dipped her head in a nod. Acknowledgment.
"Likewise. If I should come across any, of course." It was a delicate agreement, nebulous and vague and cautious, but it was presumably the best they could do for now.