"How wonderful for you, having such a thorough education," Gretel mused dully, her sarcasm subtle and mostly benign, but it was still very much there. "My brother and I spent our childhood starving, breaking out of orphanages, and sleeping under bridges." Her half-gloved fingertips turned the page she'd been trying to decipher before she had company. It would require fresh eyes, and was best saved for after this conversation.
She glanced up to gauge how long that would be, and noticed him looking at the book. It clicked pretty instantly.