Five doesn't seem to want her company, which is precisely why she insists on sticking around. His tight smile is met with an-- not quite apologetic look, but there's something of an apology within the amusement.

"Oh, yes, dreadful, aren't they?" But she seems amused, more than worried or concerned about it, taking a seat at the table to peer at the writing a bit more. "But a bit exciting. Maybe they're afraid we'll get too domestic without the constant danger at our backs reminding us."

She sighs, as if oh-so-very tired and rests her elbow on the table, chin in hand while she watches him. Her expression turns curious a moment, observing him in turn, before she smiles a little. "Why do you always look at me like that? Like you're waiting for me to do a party trick?"