'It's nothing,' Liberty told him quickly. 'I wanted to be here.' He'd have done the same for her if she needed him, she reasoned. She followed after him, close enough that she could smell soap and mint and a hint of something sour. She took a chair in the living room, not wanting to be on her feet for longer than was necessary, and then took the little packet of tablets from her pocket and placed them on the table. If he was still wary of the medicine, she wasn't going to press the matter, being cautious enough of it herself. Some of it was downright dangerous by comparison to the advancements on Rica, but these tablets seemed safe enough.
'Is Philip here?' she asked him, and while it sounded like nothing more than small talk, to Liberty it was an important question. Philip was the cause of much of Alexander's unease, she suspected, but she wasn't about to broach the topic if it was possible the younger man would walk past and overhear. None of it was his fault, after all.