"Maybe y'did," she jokes.

She starts when his touch settles on her back, not expecting the contact. She doesn't flinch away or say anything, but her eyes focus oh-so-intently on that photograph in her hand, and her shoulders go just a little tense.

"Chavez... he didn't have any family?"

The motion along her spine is soothing, and bit by bit she relaxes into the touch.