You weren't silly. Whoever set this nasty trap was. [ She flashes Rise a brave, righteous sort of smile and returns to the task of running her nails along notably sticky sections of the paper cup, trying to keep as little of the sugar mixture as she can off of herself. ] I mean, it's only natural, I think. Or at least it feels that way. To want to rescue something important out here, in the middle of all this destruction. To find something you can hold onto.

Mm, but - what was it? Are you still looking? I think your - posture, by the way. Your way of carrying yourself. It's like lightning.