A smirk crept across Cian's face, eyes now fixed on hers. "Only a little, and no," he answered directly, wondering if it was perception, or something else that made her ask.

"'n that's pretty lame, turnin' y' family out f' tha'," he continued, a small crease appearing as he frowned slightly. "You 'n y' pa weren't rippin' folks head off were y'?" he asked, not fully understanding the status of the commune, or why they would turf anyone out.