She watches him carefully, an eyebrow arching at the look that crosses his face. Whatever, he is just as immature as she is, and she's not even going to bother herself with trying to figure him out. Except maybe there's a part of her that's worried about him.

"I didn't say I wouldn't." Gretel's not much of a caregiver, but for her brother - for their mismatched family - she'd do it. She folds her arms behind her head, propping it up as she keeps her eyes on him. "I'm always going to take care of you. Why else are we in this position?"