Ilde looks up when he leans- she never quite seems to relax, in company, and it's at least partly because she's always on the edge of staring just a little too intently so she can avoid missing anything someone says. (It's also because she's mistrustful and being around people requires so much energy that it makes her tired just to exist, sometimes.)

"Practise," she says, with a smile like a shuttered light. "I don't like the trains." Sometimes she has to suck it up, but it's handy how much of her life she can get away with living nearby to the river. "It's funny the tricks you can pick up while you're misspending your youth."

She'd say 'remnants of', but she's twenty-one (chronologically, at least) and still has plenty of youth left to misspend.