"Yeah." There's a chuckle that's becoming more a breath out than the chuckle it starts as, as she peels from the large red flannel shirt, the over warmed skin on her arms prickling as it meets the air conditioning, again. Feeling the more real prick of it all even under the joke. "Yeah, it is."

The patience and determination to drag out more one-and-half-seconds, and more than that to even get to what she needs. The challenge she's taken on. Her unwillingness to be swayed, especially the more that blocks her. She has a reason, and she's not going to let the more real signs of it keep her from it.

Though just what it seems to be slips away as she looks at her desk more seriously, fiddling with another of her pens, before looking back to Nathan sitting there. "You know, I was thinking about how there are two different Haven's. There's the one right beneath the surface, and, then, there's the one right underneath that."