Eva kept her eyes on the monitors as he got another cigarette. There was a pause before she answered his question, after she turned to look at him with that wide-eyed look she could take on so well. Then she looked back down at her hands, picking at her gloves. "I think I use so few words, that when I say something, I mean it." Finally, she looked up, seeming to mull over her words, and then, satisfied, looked him in the eyes. "So, yes, I really mean it, Samir."