[Brendan is about as relieved as she is, which is to say not at all, but he is finding it at least slightly easier to not fidget as he looks at her again, this time doing his best to inspect her more keenly. Has he seen her before? Again, she seems around his age, so it's not unthinkable. He's confident that they've never been formally introduced, though, and with any luck, that fact will remain true even after this meeting. After all, if she was that suspicious of him to begin with, he may just have a partner in paranoia here.]

It seems that we are.

[He says the words as evenly as he can, but the instant they're out of his mouth, he's fighting the urge to crack a grin, laugh even. Sudden hysterical relief is not wanted right now, goddammit, it had better go away soon.]

I— shall we just get this over with? [He jerks his head at the statue.] The longer we stay here... well, you know what could happen.

[He hopes it doesn't need saying, and god but this whole cloak-and-dagger routine is getting ridiculous. The smile is impossible to suppress now, but hopefully she won't think anything of it.]