[She doesn't seem uncomfortable with the silence, at least. She waits comfortably, alternating between quietly watching Saul and glancing out the window, for a refreshingly short period of time before their drinks are delivered on a scratched-up wooden tray. When they're left in privacy, Rin sits up straight and smiles with sudden brightness. With her normal neutral expression it's hard to guess she's capable of it.]
god sorry I'm just the slowest :(
It's just like home, y'know. Tea houses.