Content with letting herself look like she isn't watching her back - or perhaps simply looking like she trusted them - Ariadne remains where she is, her back largely to Eliot and anyone else who might approach from that side. The shade definitely is better than the sun, and she can already feel herself cooling down a little bit. "She's right, you know. And we've been doing fine so far," she can't help but amend, folding her arms comfortably across her chest. "I know it's only the first day, but it's a good start."