It's a joke, and Maya's response to it is a startled-but-genuine one -- she laughs. The sound doesn't echo back across the lake; it was too quiet for that.

She sobers to listen, though; as she nods, silent and understanding and agreeing.

"I'm very sorry to hear that," she says, once he's finished (and she means it; a sentimental, sympathetic soul at heart). "You must be frustrated with this place. You're right, though -- simple company can help." The sidelong glance that she shoots him is guileless, as she smiles just a little. She likes this man, who -- apart from certain aspects of his taciturnity -- is so unlike anyone she knows. "I'd be honored if you'd stay in mine, a little while."