"Different." She hesitates, then lifts her shoulders in a little shrug. "Broken." At least it was compared to this one. She fit in there - she and the other hungry children would have been close enough to human to keep things going, art and culture and learning - but it's different here. Here, all she could do is start the Breakdown over from the beginning.

She can't just leave it at that, though. He'll ask questions. "There was a sort of... disease. It killed a lot of people. Almost everyone. The worst of it happened before I was born, so there wasn't much left by the time I..." What, finished everyone off? She can't tell him that. "By the time I came along."