"I cannot imagine that we are, truthfully. Not after all that has happened here in this place and the people I have met." She thinks of the strange metal place she was trapped with the creatures whose scars she carries even know on her arms, pale though they are. Of Booker's magic (she can think of no other word for it) and Kaine's admission that he is a clone of another. Her hand slips around Henri's grasping it to avoid the threatening melancholy that sometimes accompanies these thoughts. "But it still makes me worried somedays. About everything I learned and what it all means in the scheme of things."

"I would hate to think of that." She's happy to turn to the movie, letting go of his hand to press the needed buttons on the controller. The opening sequencestarts and she sits more comfortably, sipping at her wine.