Mm. Indeed so. [she bites back the want to sigh. her ear twitches, stinging a bit with the saccharine note in the woman's voice; it doesn't linger well. but there are more important matters than tone.]

Then let us mark our start. [she unfolds her arms, looking about, then down at the headstone before her.

after a moment of scanning it:] "Charles Stuart"... Should we cross this name again, we'll know we've gone in a circle and must try again. [she looks back to the woman.] Sound reasonable?