Again Ariadne laughs and, truth told, there's a part of her that genuinely finds Roger amusing. Not that delusion and self-deception is anything to laugh at (she's seen what it's capable of, what it can tear down). But despite Roger's perpetual insistence towards ignorance, she can tell that he's as aware of the situation as she is. (Not much of an appeal, she knows, but Roger's case is shoddy at best and can take all the help it can get.)

Leaning forward, settling her elbow upon the table, Ariadne settles the soft point of her chin into the seat of her hand. She regards Roger with the same look she always gives him — a mix of incredulity and bemusement, curiosity mingled with exasperation. "You need it because trying isn't actually succeeding, Roger," she tells him, her smile pinching at her words, her tone admonishing him like you should know better. Lifting her eyebrows, she continues: "If I ask where you got that, would you give me a straight answer?"