"Okay. Good," He says softer. "Don't forget that trick I told you." He of course means the visualization.

But... maybe it wouldn't hurt...

"Buenas Noches, Puelita."

He pulls up his papers, turns his eyes down to them, and begins to hum softly. It's not one of his own, but it's not likely a song she knows either, and when a word or two slips out, it's all in Spanish. "Que solo tengo alegría, cuando recuerdo tu nombre..." A smile settles upon his face.