[she can't say she remembers the facets of different climes, but he says it in a way she believes. having no energy to be contrarian about everything, she accepts it as it is. innocent until proven guilty and all that.

while he's going on about that, she does take a chance on what's for lunch. it's not bad. she's...almost glad she feels no nostalgia attached to it; the trek out of the graveyard's wore her out.]

Safe to assume...we weren't sent here to die.

Not right away, anyway. [beat. grimly:] Though we may already have our reservations laid out there...