"Not at home," Credence answers her truthfully, and tries his best to smile. There's still something odd, something off about her. Credence can read people fairly well unless his own emotions cloud it--it comes from tiptoeing around Ma--but he still lacks social skills. This is one of those times where they're not exactly hand in hand, and he's at a loss.

But at the very least, he can help out.

"You're doing fine. The first time I tried, I was too scared to swing the axe." This is how you comfort people, right? He sets a small piece of wood on the stump and glances back.

"How's Miss Tina?"