Her smile doesn't answer, and she stays silent until her hand is lowered. It's not the sort of silence which suggests she has nothing to say- just that she's choosing not to say it.

"Well," she says, and she voices it as though it's an answer to his question, "I should tell you that while I'm delighted with what I've discovered, I have no interest whatsoever in reading about true crime." She seems to come into focus, a smooth hardness appearing in her hushed voice. "In fact, I find the concept boring, voyeuristic and slightly pathetic. I came over because I thought- perhaps- that you were a friend of a friend from home."