[ There's something nice about listening to Fenris laugh, oddly familiar to her and -- and comforting, really. Like a warm blanket or a hug from a loved one. She feels her face grow warm a little as she listens, hands reaching up to cover it as she tries to tamp down the wide smile on her face. This is -- there's no real explanation for this, the warmth she feels all over and how she wants to just keep listening to him, be it laughter or talking or anything else.

Ugh, does she have a crush, maybe?

When her hands drop, she's still got the smile on her face but softer and smaller now. Her eyes linger on his face as he talks and she wants to say something comforting, something that'll give him a bit of hope. She combs her brain for anything that isn't clunky and weird but --

But, there's on a job. She blinks, looking away from him and towards the house and lets out a soft oh. ]

I suppose that's our cue. What wonderful timing. Shall we move? One of us might have to climb up to the window but ah, the tales we will tell.

[ She's already taking the flask back, capping it and putting away and checking her gear again. At the very least, she works with the efficiency of someone who has done this plenty of times before, leave no trace and no garbage behind. She wasn't here, she was quick, and she got her warrant. That's all that matters. ]