Sinead's eyes lingered upon Tanis, uncertain how to proceed. It was almost painfully obvious that Tanis held back around Sinead, but Sinead struggled with hoe to interpret that. She couldn't decide if it was intimidation or disinterest; either way, it made her heart sink.<br/>Though her lips parted to speak, her eyes did eventually leave Tanis' profile. Purposeless, Sinead ran her palm across the flower bed dirt, picking away any fallen leaves or twigs as she came across them.<br/>"Tell me about yourself, Tanis." Though Sinead's voice was as soft as ever, there was a sudden, decisive boldness to her words. She found she had had little success asking, and wanted to try a different approach; yet, when she looked back at Tanis, there was a girlish tentativeness about her. "How are you holding up?"