She lets the topic slide back into normalcy; there's only so much pushing she can do with him, but God, the man gives her whiplash sometimes with those moods. Hasibe tucks her hair behind her ear, poised as she always is, in public, despite the previous subject.

"I really don't know," she admits, "I just want room to breathe. I'm a bit old-fashioned, I guess. At home I was always so spoiled. I hadn't paid my own bills for about two years. Here I have to downsize a little bit...but I think that's a good thing; hardly anybody really knows who I am here."

There's a lot about that she finds freeing.

When they reach the walk to the cliff-speckled section of Gallmarch, she bites her lower lip a little, considering the huge house with an actual tower at the farthest ledge. It's clearly both out of her price range and presently uninhabited (with locks on the front door), but that doesn't mean she and Mitchell can't investigate, she decides.

"I usually just know what I want when I see it...and then I make sure get it." Explains some things, doesn't that. "C'mon, I want a look at that one."