A nod, adjusting the sewing again in her hand as she turns it on the angle. Perhaps if she doesn't look at her, it is easy to say - perhaps she can do it of her own volition, speak of thing that they had pulled from her. A deep breath in, then out as she brings herself to try and say something more to her. Her husband - she begins. There were always dancers and - she bites her lip. The day the theatre was built, there were plays for a week -

She can't, and she frowns at her work.

"Very much so. It is good. With so many different people here, there should be many stories."