He missed her squint because he was too busy smirking at Andy's ancient hand gesture on her way back to the house. And by the time that he made it to the grapes, he'd been watching her from the corner of his eye enough to know that she was watching him just as much. He frowned a little, hiding it by reaching out to see if he could find any surviving grapevines.

"We're not trying to keep you 'stuck' here, Nile. We are not kidnappers." He hated that she thought of them like that and hated the fact that this was the place she was going to hate because of it. This was supposed to be a home, not a prison.