Now that he had actually spent a moment looking at Bea, it was impossible to miss that she was uncomfortable. He didn't know exactly what had set her off. He frowned faintly, debating whether he ought to try to dig into why or just let her have her moment internally. Asking prying questions might not be appreciated, but could he guess what had started bothering her? Was she anxious about the idea of someone else living in the house with them? Victor had no particular plans to move out of the house, since his father had no plans that he knew of to return any time soon. That could very well have been it.

"I'm sure you'll like her," he said in a tone of encouragement. He watched his sister's expression to see if this seemed to assuage any of her doubts.

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