Dimitri silently blinked at him, then slid her bag tighter around her shoulder and looked away. She silently took a deep breath. Of course everyone could interpret her art the way they wished, if they ever got to see it. She noticed him fidgeting, feeling slightly bad. Okay, so her father and the resistance was a touchy subject. Still, it wasn't his fault. As he turned to walk away, she sighed lightly and her face softened. "Sako... If you want, I'll give you a ride... I haven't talked to anyone else all day and it was nice of you to... share your thoughts... about the horse," she murmured, taking her time with each sentence as she still didn't quite get English. "How far away do you live?"