Adrian mirrored the grin. It was the sort of behavior he thought the Renegades should engage in on a far more consistent basis. Mafalda could even have her fun, who was he to judge? Rodolphus seemed lost in his own musings though so Adrian decided not to respond. He sipped instead at his glass of wine and glanced at Mafalda, waiting for some indication of what was going on. Or had Mafalda showed merely coincidentally?