"Goodness," says Adaline, taking another bite of her food. The look on his face is amusing and she laughs a little, not cruelly, though. When he says the word exile, Adaline sobers, a little. It's not like she doesn't understand that, a little. Even though she'd been able to go back to San Francisco eventually.

"That must have been a hard life," she says, taking another sip of her wine. "I'm so sorry that you had to go throught that."

Already, she likes him enough that the thought of that hurts, a little.