A couple years ago, Carlisle might as well be speaking Greek for all the sense that makes. But Rey has been around long enough that nonsense shit like 'enchantment' and 'Forest Folk' is almost normal.

This is what her life has come to.

She raises a brow as Carlisle stops himself.

"What? No, it's fine. Was listening. Did it look like I wasn't listening?" Rey blinks as she rubs the side of her face. Maybe she's still got that blank look going on, or Safronov's somber expression plastered to her facial muscles. Spending nearly a month as a Russian assassin lady could do that to you.