Assuming that...well, knowing that...River was even remotely like herself, Adah took the silent response as probably the same response she would have given to something like this. Reluctant and wary, but an agreement all the same, finding a wrestling of an argument most likely doomed to fail. It made her sigh, slightly, before her attention drifted to the nudging of the work her way for attention. Adah looked at the sculpture, and, brow arched, glanced toward River expectantly. There had to be a story there, really. And she wondered if the eye was removed before or after the head apparently was.