She sighs. In spite of her wariness of him, she almost finds herself wanting to relax. To her, he seems strangely naive about life under martial law--she doesn't know any other kind--and that's hard to reconcile with the beast who killed her. Maintaining alertness for so long in front of someone who seems less dangerous... it's tiring, and she knows it'd be very easy to let her guard lapse completely.

But he did kill her, she has to remember that. She lifts one foot, then the other to keep them from falling asleep. Just in case.

"Just because people don't talk about something doesn't mean it's not important. Haven't you experienced that too? Often what really matters is hardly ever spoken out loud."