"Isn't that what it always comes down to?" She gives a soft laugh at that, but it sounds tired. Not at all herself. She lets her eyes close a moment, too many memories drifting too close to the surface. Faces she doesn't want to see. Then she pushes herself upright abruptly, scratching Lucky's head apologetically for unsettling his position.

"What's done is done. Hopefully there's something good in that bag."

A change of subject, because she's not going to argue with him. Not about this. There's too much he doesn't know and too much she can't tell him. Doesn't want to tell him. He doesn't fully know the person she used to be. Not yet.