Alfred's visit has been like a light in a realm of darkness. In all honesty, Eleanor can't remember even smiling since that horrible night, since arriving to this place. Stripped, searched, thrown in a uniform and a cell. Having destroyed her own life and her relationship with her daughter.

Her smile is once more stolen away and she can do little but give a curt nod.

At his question, she gives his hand a squeeze while her free hand reaches for his arm. "I would love that."