Perhaps it's habit instilled from young age that Vanessa bothers to smile in return, but it's so forced that she can feel it crack before even looking away. If she's to be frigid, she'd rather be so without any niceties, but none of her sore feelings are for Clara herself. No matter how suspicious she's been in her ominous remarks towards the beginning, Vanessa can only believe that the other woman wants to see as many people succeed in their way as possible.

Exactly why she ought to turn around now, but she seems the type to need proof. Vanessa hopes that it doesn't come too soon.

She can still appreciate the dark humor, even if she only stares into the darkness at the reminder of being forced to share something that she herself doesn't like to acknowledge. That is, until a remark on group therapy again turns her head, eliciting a puzzled stare most unusual to her normal composure.

Vanessa knows so very well about 'therapy', though she never experienced it in a group setting. For her to now imagine the man in white as something of one of the doctors of her past leaves her paler than before, if such a thing is possible. Was it crueler or kinder than any of her former psychotherapies?

Though curious about Clara's relation to group therapy, she isn't ready to share why it would strike a chord with her. Unlike Clara, Vanessa doesn't like sharing. Instead, it's better to focus on the perpetrator of their little excursion.

"...Not even the Child's best interests?"