[ A variety of responses runs through her head as she tries to decide what she wants to say. The walkie-talkie at her side is still hissing static of a world gone now, frozen until she gets back. She finally takes a breath and turns off the useless device before looking at Dan. And still, she doesn't know what she's going to say. She never used to worry about it, a woman of few words. Now, she feels like she owes him something. He's one of the people who cares. ]

Tryin' to stop a war I know I can't. Now I'm here again. Same shit the last two times I left an' came back. Only this time there's a war coming here, too. I've had about enough.