[ She looks a little startled – like she hadn't even realized what she was doing. But after a moment, she relaxes a touch and she stops picking at her skin so insistently. ]

It's almost too good to be true. [ She gives a laugh that's not quite but almost verging on being a little bit hysterical, the kind of laugh you hear from someone who's overtired, who's laughing at something that isn't really funny. ] I mean– none of this is good. Not even remotely.

But ending up here, so many of us still together, and there's no rules, no motive, no– no Overseer–

[ She takes in a short, hard breath and makes herself stop rambling. ]

I don't know. I'm sorry, I just... don't really know what to do with myself.