( she shuffles her feet, shaking her head and keeping the spoon in her mouth for the moment. just, uh, okay. she's fairly sure he's talking about drugs, for all that's a more nebulous concept to her personally. she also has a knee jerk dislike of it; it's easy to nod her head.

and, eventually, pull out the spoon. )

I'm worried about how things are going to be when we get there. With the sickness, and stuff. I'm not... I'm not in a position to help a lot of people, or investigate a lot of things. So what should I be doing? To be helpful? I have to be helpful, or else I don't get to go home. For a long, long time.

( because of how sparing energy works, she thinks, but... these are her worries. new nightmares to keep her up at night. )