She lifted her head and looked to Tristan, confusion in her eyes. But before she could ask him what he meant, Douglas was asking questions.

"He might be out to sea right now... but..." She moved painfully slow from the couch and grabbed a piece of paper from the drawing pad, writing down the address she'd been meeting Viktre at. She offered the paper.

She gazed back over to Tristan again. Back to Douglas. Back to Tris. Back to... you get it. Then it dawned on her that he was giving her permission to have Viktre over. Her eyes widened a little. She wasn't sure at first how to respond to his words, but then she said, "I... Uh... are you sure?"