"Heh."

Her laugh is very flat.

The shadows in the room, taking cue from the sun, are shifting: the last rays of light play across the couch, across Indy. With Veronica, on the other hand, it's gotten to the point that if she leans back enough - as she does now - her face is entirely in darkness.

"From where I'm sitting, it looks less like 'caring' and more like 'judging whether Vee has lost it'."