[ She keeps setting the forks down, then goes to get them something else to drink. ]

No, but rather... all of this makes something very clear. I am not... going to go home very soon.

[ Juice - then, she fishes it out of a fridge. It still amuses her some, how normal they found this all. Sometimes she thinks she would be happier in the slums, where they were still linking up electricity to those areas. Knows how to live like that.

But, however, she feels about that she cannot get back isn't... isn't something she wants to talk about right now. If ever. She kept all of that as deeply as she could, and nor was it the problem now. ]

If I am, I need to consider what that means.