The corners of her mouth disappear into her cheeks in a deeper smile when he says 'adopted sister'. She hasn't used the term for Albert yet, or for Jet, but she doesn't fight it. She expects her acceptance of the position speaks volumes enough.

"If I get any more forward, I'll get a reputation. Or you will if you keep prying into what happens in booze-soaked pillowforts." She winks and pulls her knees up to her chest, resting her arms over them. "He's good people. I wouldn't- I don't know if I'm ready to date again, but I can entertain an idea, right?"