They had played cards a million times and every time, he did so mainly for his aunt's benefit. A tilt of her head and a small smirk, Alana gave a bit of a sigh. Cards were always something the family did back on the farm after Sunday dinners. Cards were just a habit, but kids wanted the newer-aged stuff. Her hand folded and she took to tapping the side of her few cards on the table's top. "I know, I don't think you've ever really liked cards. Haven't seen a Wii in a couple years though." Hey, she was cool at one point, too.
Alana shifted in her seat and tucked her leg under herself. It was getting awfully quiet in here and the night tended to weigh heavily on her mind. Even in these booming safehouses with more people than she had seen in recent years, she felt small and alone. Not completely alone, of course, because Luke was her constant. At least Luke had engaged in conversation with other people around here. Soon enough, she would have to actually try and converse with their housemates or earn a reputation as a hermit.
"Tell me about some of the people you've met around here. I know I haven't been talking to much of anybody." She gave a shrug, like it was no big deal. Wavering between concern of a mental breakdown and concern of what would become of Luke if she did was just something that took up a lot of thought, which really could not be interrupted with chit-chat. But Luke should not be in the same boat as his Aunt, or they both would sink.