[ she laughs a bit when he rubs at his arm, but when he bumps against her - she just leans. shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm. it's hard to rattle vi, honestly, she's - well, that's what prison does to a person. she takes a lot of things in stride, more interested in fixing problems than taking a second to examine her own feelings. she hasn't dealt with any of her issues with dying, and that's fine. doesn't matter.

what does matter is that she missed strohl more than she thought she was going to, and she wants to relieve him of any guilt he's feeling, because it isn't necessary. not when just being in the same space makes her feel a little less like she's going to ricochet up the walls. someone she can learn to trust a little easier. maybe this time it won't be the wrong choice. ]

I would, for the record. [ do the same. and then: ] Yeah, well. I'm glad you got her, too. Her whole reason for doing it was bullshit, by the way, she told me herself. Something made her think she needed to kill us to save everybody, but it wasn't true. Just some delusion.

[ ... downs half her drink. ]