Eduardo draws in a breath, frowning a little, if only because it makes him think briefly of Olive. Though he's long since realized that he has it better off here than he would back home, no matter how much money he may have wound up with, he knows the same can't be true for her, even if neither of them will ever admit as much. She could do fucking anything; here, she's got to just be held back. It doesn't mean he wouldn't keep her with him if he could, inherently selfish as it might be, though he'd never actually ask her to stay.

"What'd she do?" he asks, figuring that's probably a better direction of conversation than one that will likely lead to them both being increasingly maudlin. He's curious, anyway. After having known Chris for a good long while without a subject like this coming up, he can't help wanting to know a little more about it.