For a moment she just looks at him with this half-startled I want to believe every word you say expression on her face, but then she can't help the uncertainty covers it.

"For all we know, that's the same kind of thing my lawyer told me."

But that doesn't mean she doesn't like those words coming out of Gren's mouth, and she hurries to add, "Not that I'm comparing you."

Not that she knows enough to.

She moves toward him until her shoulder touches his, then stops and looks back up to the ceiling again. "What's my favorite thing to do?"