[Which she's grateful for, in a way; because she knows she should be mocking his mullet, but the words just aren't coming. She doesn't step aside, not yet, because behind her the room is still in pristine condition, her communicator is on the floor in the corner, and the little cot that she spent the first two decades of her life in actually looks slept in, something she never did before the flood.
She just shrugs at his question, still silent; silence is easier than saying 'I don't know' when she really means 'when I was eleven, just before I decided to kill all of you.']
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She just shrugs at his question, still silent; silence is easier than saying 'I don't know' when she really means 'when I was eleven, just before I decided to kill all of you.']