Heh. That so? I get the feeling that's not entirely true.

[ Messing with stuff is one thing, but being... well, she thinks more of him. It's not the first thing that comes to mind, let alone the second or third. Jill likes him. ]

I mean I did it back when I was twenty-three. Entire city was nuked, so... it's not new. Just would be nice to come back to familiarity, right? It was a long time ago. More than a decade, but it feels like it was yesterday.

[ Don't let it slip through your hands, she supposes is what she means to say, but avoids saying. She cares. Not just about her life or the life of friends of her family, but the people she knows here. The people she cares for here. Loves, maybe. ]

I'm not complaining, of course. What matters is they're alive and they managed to survive, regardless. You know that, right?

[ It's not that Jill is sacrificial so much as she loves ferociously. ]