There's a flicker of disappointment that crosses her gaze when he does. Damn, she thought she'd left that one open for a good reply. Her fault for not being clearer, she supposes, but it's probably better she gets a second to breathe and make sure the murder is buried back down.

"Try to sort out how best to fit into this community, truth be told. Be gainfully employed, explore every bit of the isle I have time for, revel in freedom of all sorts. You'd hardly believe how starved you can get for a little bit of plantlife."

The others are talking about it - she might as well be frank. But not Frank.