Oh they all do something. Nothing pretty enough to talk about.

[Blinking under Byerly's careful touch, he half-smiles]

Visitors rather than refugees? There is something about a lack of choice in the matter that makes even the most fabulous of adventures galling. And this is far from fabulous. Though you aren't so old yet, cherie.

[He pushes himself up on an elbow, hair sweeping merrily back into his eyes - not low enough to hide a wicked glint]

Are you? I'm sure you can't be older than say.. forty-five?