[She tilts her head a little in his direction when he sees off the rats, though she could have kept her silence had he decided to keep them in the kitchen. Perhaps just not on the table.

Dolores sets the kettle on the stove while Bruno keeps speaking and her hand lingers on the handle and she stares at the wall for a moment. Her lower lip draws in between her teeth, but when she turns around her expression is fixed into a warm smile.]

I bet it is. [The young woman is quiet while she gets some breakfast and she sets the plate down without sitting.]

... Did you know that I knew you were still here? [She asks then. She tries to keep her tone light, sliding onto her seat but keeping half an ear on the heating water.] Hearing you in the walls every day... it was like having my own secret friend for ten years.