"I am sorry. I hope she rests well."

"Yeah, that would be her only consolation."

The Duchenne smile that had slipped out of his face was now back, stretching his full face in its full form. He looked back at Orla, steadying his gaze at her.

"Is there something more to just coming here to get inspiration for your project?"

"No...what makes you think so?" She asked after a brief pause, giving him the same suspicious looks he almost killed her with.

"Why do I feel there is something more? Is everything alright at home?"

Orla shrugged her shoulders with a bored expression.

At that point, she thought she would...