Phaedra looked up from the book. Of course, she'd already known someone was there. But she was waiting to see if Cas's presence here required speaking, or if he was just perhaps just taking in some flowers.
She didn't make assumptions, as a rule.
Her eyebrow arched. "In general, yes. I'm not having a great time on this particular... world. Whatever it is. But no, not in particular."
She closed the book and put it aside. Dickens. Great Expectations.