Wasn't that. Just wondering how you were gettin through it.

[ Adds context to understand her reaction to being here, and her reaction to him. Insecure or not, it takes some degree of toughness to walk right up to a stranger and scold them for being gross. She's got nerve, which is invaluable in a dystopian situation.

So it doesn't surprise him to hear that she's done what she's had to do. He understands that. (All those people in that outpost; sometimes he still hears a buzz in his ears, tinnitus blowback from so much automatic gunfire indoors; it's easier than you'd expect to shove a knife through the temple of a living person, and the resistance is so much different than doing it to a corpse; this is all I'm good for after all.) ]

I'm sure this place is some kind of fucked up, one way or the other. But at least we get a breather before whatever it is kicks in.

[ An opportunity to sit down, and eat pizza. ]