Ruth shrugged, still ironic in her very ambiguous way “Well, at least then they will have a good reason to spat whatever nonsense they are always saying about redheads.”

Ruth nodded: she could understand that very well. She had completely refused to face the fact that her body was agining, even though the process was indeed very slow. The small changes where unacceptable and it was probably nothing comparable to what Kitty was going through.

“Really?” She then said, with the especially smug tone she reserve for the siblings, putting this in her book. Of course, Kitty could not understand her meaning yet, she lacked that particular context familiarity that hadn’t been awarded to her… yet.

Ruth shrugged her shoulders “Oh, I am really just here for a vacation” and extended one “I took a boat from France and then a train. A long way, but I enjoy some adventure.” She confessed, nicely sharing her experience. Ruth shook her head “It’s fine, I get it.” And whether or not she actually meant it, she sounded very accommodating.

Ruth laughed, sat on one of the chairs and crossed her legs “Whitby must be very different from where you grew up. How do you like it?” She asked, directly, trying to make conversation the way she ought to and failing miserably.