Rebecca smiled as well, leaving her questions unspoken for the time being.  The soft curling of her lips offered reassurance to both of them, confidence especially to James.  She could only imagine what life as a Caitiff had already done to the poor boy, but if JC had already seen something of value in him, she would hardly argue.  She hadn't had a chance to speak with him enough to draw her own opinion.  However, time was almost certainly of the essence on this matter, and she didn't plan on wasting it mincing words.