"I see." She scoops up another spoonful of ice cream to eat falling silent again as she places the clean spoon back in the dish as whipped cream goes sliding down the sides to fill in the holes she'd made.

And like that she lets the conversation taper off. Content oddly enough, given her companion and their less than stellar beginnings. But it's easier to relax when you know there's no way someone can sneak up behind you, and she's sure that was playing a part in her contentedness.