He wasn't all that focused on being quiet. Nor was he really at his best, at the moment. He returned her smile, moving to the end of the room that she was in. "Hi."
He sat down on her makeshift bed. He was a bit skeptical about this working, but he was grateful for the effort, he could see how much she'd put in to doing this. It made him wish she wouldn't be so worried about Anna. She had become a good friend, because she understood him so well, and he her. But Heather would always be his little sister, now. And no one had the same sort of caring that she did. "You might have to go stop your husband and his Boss from killing Gisborne, later," he told her as he lay down in her little nest of blankets.