[ She doesn't think she's ever interacted with such a vulgar young lady while still on amicable grounds, and the stereotype of spitfire redheads could come to mind, but she isn't as focused on the hair color whenever her gaze settles on Red. Eyes are untrustworthy. If she relied on them, she would be blind in this girl's presence. The sense of companionship is innate, and Vanessa is drawn to it. She thinks of Ethan, and that's enough to help her understand why. She needn't dig further without invitation. Vanessa isn't the only one here with a monster inside.

This is her second attempt at the project, not satisfied with the cards she had tried to use the previous night. If only she had her Tarot from home... Anything else feels incredibly wrong. It doesn't help that she hungers and thirsts in this heat, leaving her in a state of further frustration.

She's careful not to show it. God forbid her stomach should make a sound, however. ]

Isn't that the point? They need not hide behind the saccharin when they already know: some part of us chose to seek the Garden's gate.

[ She's ripping up a couple cards. Trash. There's a sideways glance to the girl, seeming to take her in for a moment. Inspiration strikes, and she'll pull over another blank 'card' to begin scratching something out. It would be easiest to simply put the names, but she feels the need to do justice to her mentor. ]