Susan still isn't given to the sort of expressiveness she had as a child, or even as an adolescent or the adult she was before she lost her family. Sometimes she wonders if it shall ever feel natural again, rather than a calculation that only sometimes comes easily.

So she's surprised by the reflexive smile that crosses her face at that. It's the small ugly one that typically only comes out around Janet and Lancelot - with greater frequency now, perhaps, than when she first arrived, but still only ever occasionally. The gaze she turns Galahad's way is, therefore, equally warm and startled. "Oh, likewise."