She turns her head, focusing on him over her shoulder, spoon hovering just over the top of her ice cream. She raises an eyebrow at him curious, but when nothing else comes she shrugs and pops the spoon in her mouth and then out again before scooping up one of the numerous cherries.

She's perfectly fine if they don't talk. It lets her think and puzzle out his questions from the other night. More specifically what that meant if she applied them to Dante and Trish, and how she felt about that. And silence was always best suited for that sort of deep thinking.