[ she thinks with her fists and first impulse and then improvises? this has always worked for her? (it hasn't.)

she's quiet for a couple of seconds, staring out over where they're at. the waves, maybe, she's been enjoying the sunlight. she hasn't seen it for years, so even if it's fake, even if all of this is fake... it's been nice. vi still feels like a fish out of water very often here, but not always. not with him, or hulkenberg, really.

but she doesn't entertain that thought a whole lot further. he asks, and she shrugs. ]

Nah. Nothing. We should focus on leaving before I even start to think about after everything. We don't even have a promise that we're not stuck here forever.