When the girl stopped talking Ronan looked up at her, her eyes spoke volumes, but her mouth still, well monkey noises. Times like these she wanted a stiff drink and a strong smoke at the nearest pub, a habit she rarely partook in what with all the responsibility and the little bit of money they possessed.
Well what did she expect of her mother? Ronan knew she wanted her independence, but she also knew she couldn't give it to her all at once, that's how souls drowned under the depravity that was life, but she would try to listen more, if the girl actually spoke what was on her mind instead of well, burying it and expecting her mother to be a mind reader. So, how did she convey this.
Ronan gestured to Alina, then to her mouth with her monkey paws, and then back to herself. She then shook her head and clasped her hands over her lips, followed by a hand to the ear, as though straining to hear. Finally she made the sign of the cross over her little furry chest and pointed to Alina. A monkey grin was offered, hopeful the girl understood.