Kieran snorted audibly. She was yet another idealist who'd stumbled into their cafe and was going to fling herself fruitlessly against the barriers of reality until she became a cynic or found something else to do. Kieran rather thought it was the latter; she did not have enough political knowledge or desperation to become a proper activist.
"Sure," he said, without any real inflection.
"Sure," he said, without any real inflection.