A see-saw shrug, because of course it's better if you have money, and otherwise nodding, listening, and then a pull at the corner of her mouth in sympathy that Wolfgang's drifty existence might not be as settled as she'd imagined. It does explain, she thinks, why Wolfgang has the look about him that he's tired a lot.

"What about before?" she asks, instead, head tipping to sweep lank brunette locks out of her eyes. "In Tel Aviv."