Cassandra smiles, still a little self-conscious as she glances back down, unseeing, at her own work. "I suppose that is true," she says, and looks back up, curious. "And what of you?" Not that she would pry into Josephine's personal affairs, of course, not after so roundly admonishing her for asking after Cassandra's own. No, a less personal question will do for conversation. "How do you find Halamshiral?"