[ Lune notices the wince, one hand lifting reflexively to... maybe place a hand on his arm? It's not clear, since she aborts the movement halfway through, hovering a few beats in the air before she determines he's okay. Reassured, she pulls back her hand, studying the skies and listening to the soft melody of the record player. It's a while before she speaks up again, voice somber. ]

There are no points for effort. Only results.

[ It sounds like a quote, the way she says it. Glancing sidelong at Gustave with a small, wry smile that's quickly turning into a grimace, she confirms: ]

It's something my parents always used to say. I've spent my whole life on this, you know, because they chose this path for me. What better way to gain a research assistant that never goes home than birthing one, right? I think my value to them wasn't as a daughter, but as a back-up plan. For their legacy. And now I'm here and I need to actually get those results. And it's...

[ She trails off, shaking her head and breathing out a helpless almost-laugh, her eyes tracking the stars for a moment as if they have the answers she seeks. She doesn't regret being here for a moment, and she'd damn well do everything in her power to see this through, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel the pressure. ]

Well, it's quite a lot.

[ She slaps her thighs softly with her palms, an airy, no-worries sort of gesture that somewhat conflicts with her words while turning back toward Gustave, injecting more levity into her tone to shake off those gloomy thoughts of her complicated family life. ]

But thank you for the vote of confidence. And I need more of that. [ That being the wine, indicating with one hand he should pass the bottle over. ]