[ A long pause, but she'll join him on the floor, settling to get comfortable for what she feels is going to be a long chat. Particularly once he begins with mention of his mother -- the smiling woman still lingers in Odile's mind, laid in bed and not much else. Alike enough to the person beside her now that she can still see echos of their similarities.

... Scams like that aren't uncommon in the world, no matter where you may be. Hers doesn't lack of it either, the method familiar as she'd been audience to them before, and she sorts through the pieces as he speaks. The straight edged for the frame, and then the rest to the side. ]

You were just out of high school. I wouldn't expect a young man of that age to think anything of it -- perhaps a feeling that it wasn't very nice, or that you couldn't believe people would fall for it... It's obvious, after all, what you're doing.

[ From the inside, at least. And for those with good faith... Well. They wouldn't assume any better, either. Odile inclines her head for him to go on. ]