Something I dare hope has been ongoing well before I washed up here. [but something in her tone shows she has a lack of faith. her eyes move beyond him, out toward the landscape stretching ahead.]

Free rein, yet tethers all the same, mm. No escaping that, doubtless, but far easier to come to heel when the parameters are-- [beat. she blinks, then her gaze darts back to him in a wary way.

she clears her throat.]

...Doubtless, I could ramble on endlessly, it seems. Pardon. Did you have something of mind to sit down and discuss?