The men in Adelaide's life have always had jobs - or "jobs" - that took up a lot of their time and focus. She was once used to guns all over the trailer back home, to Rodeo leaving at all hours, being gone too long and coming back worse for the wear - or jubilant, depending. While she'd never been involved in his dealings, it was never something that he hid away, either. They lived in too close quarters, shared too much of themselves too fully for her not to know, if not details, at least his ups and his downs. Rodeo has always worn his heart on his sleeve.
That is trust, to Adelaide. She'd been young, but she'd always known that she knew him, through and through, good and bad.
With TR there isn't trust, so much as understanding. The understanding that he will provide for her and keep her safe, that she will be loyal to him and keep his home and never embarrass them publicly. Wholehearted, hands-open trust is in another realm, one neither of them generally even acknowledge the existence of, one neither of them is naturally inclined towards.
And so that file on the table hits Adelaide hard, and though she keeps it from her expression her heart picks up. She doesn't know what else this could be aside from a confrontation, a something he has found, but she doesn't want to show that card, incriminate herself on the off chance that it is something else.
His statement, though, has her looking surprised. She lifts her fork, considers for a moment. It could be taken ominously, or not, and she just doesn't know which it is, yet. His expression has her faintly hopeful, and she decides to go with that until proven otherwise. She smiles just a little, curiously, eyes scanning over his face and she lets in a little bit of warmth to match his. "Which aspect of me are we talking about here, darling?" she asks. "What is it you're trying to tell me?"