"I guess? I don't know, I don't have a thing like that."

"Yeah," he says, "that makes sense."

"Well, you - talked to him anyway, which was good, the house is still standing, you have not been slain in a tail-blade duel, etcetera."

Trouble laughs. "Yeah, that's a start."

Bella grabs her notebook. She writes something down.

"Mm?"

"Loosely - that there is room for more charitable explanations around you than I briefly believed."

"Yeah, okay."

"Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

He shrugs. "Nah."

"Okay. Thanks for clearing this up."

"You're welcome."

Bella writes inscrutably.

This time he doesn't ask. He just sits there for a moment longer, and then gets up and wanders off.