Nita settles - into the moment, into the magazine and, in what is more immediately notable, into the contact.

It's not something she does deliberately, but she relaxes. Again, tea is not spilled, but the food is almost secondary to the whole situation.

There are a few points into her reading where she points out some paragraph or other, or a picture someone probably had taken by hand of their workplace, their family. Places people liked to hide away, or of particularly 'historic' mines.

"Thanks," she says some time later, seemingly without prompting.

"You... didn't have to come hang out with me, Roland. But I'm glad you did."