"Mm. I feel you there, I have to live with these snitches grafted unto my head." River flicks an ear; it's surprisingly audible, both in terms of being stiff and her immediate 'ow'. "But here's the thing: unless it somehow is, your problems are none of my fuckin' business. If there's something I can do, or not do, to help you be comfortable, just say it. Anything else..."

"...Not hiding isn't the same as constantly confessing, y'know?"