Aspret sits quietly. Her body language is completely uncharacteristic for Trouble; he tends to sprawl out into available space, whereas Aspret seems to think that if she scrunches in tight enough she can perhaps spontaneously disappear and escape the scary people.

This does not happen.

Eventually, she opens her borrowed eyes.

"Trouble says," she relates quietly, "that probably the best way to make sure no one suspects you is for him to either keep me, or pretend to, for a few more days. My next feeding is tomorrow. If I go at an unpopular hour, no one will bother me. And if he stays away from all of you for a while before he disappears, or at least makes sure not to leave evidence that you're in contact, then when they start looking for us, they won't start with you. But I don't think they'll look very hard. I was assigned to this apparently worthless host as a punishment." (She glances up at Bella, then looks away.)