[She follows. Not much of a choice, after all, but still. Satchel in hand, she follows. Stares out at the ocean for a long moment while Luke speaks, trying to arrange her scrabbling, failing thoughts. Takes stock of how things stand.

Rett speaking, so earnest.

The threat from the Malnosso.

Their mad pact with Law and Lupin.

Ben's distress.

...that terrible, horrid flicker of a vision courtesy of Rei.

This first misstep. Because there would be more. She's been on a downward spiral like this once before, but not while in the village. It'll end roughly the same way, though. With isolation, self induced, and far too much work and anxiety for her health.

Now's not the time for it.]

I don't know what compelled me to ask what I did, where I did. I'm surprised we were so lucky as Anakin and Ben were not present.

[She hesitates a moment, trying to order her thoughts, and sits. Tucks her knees up to her chest like a younger woman. Loops her arms around her legs and rests her chin on top.]

...you'd have something in common to talk about though- no. That. That is in poor taste.