Idiot. She didn't expect anything else, though, not really. She rolls her eyes and nods, contenting herself with that bullshit response. It's not that he doesn't get it, it's that he doesn't know what to say, probably because everyone he's ever known has treated him like shit. She can sense that easy enough, the way he acts around people, expects the punches when they're thrown. That evident sick pleasure he got out of being a fucking prick after they pulled him out. She sees all of it without knowing what made him that way. Well, they've only known each other for a month. It's been a really eventful month, but still.

"Yeah, yeah," she says, forcing her tone to be light.

It's not even ROMAC she meant. If they do break through the Rift, leaving him here would be leaving him behind, probably to pay consequences. That's not happening either.

She doesn't have a fucking clue what to do to avert it, but, that's for later.

"Let's get somewhere out of the sun," she says finally, angling toward a nearby island with plentiful tree cover. "I'm startin' to cook."