[ The walk doesn't take that long, but Rebecca's already appearing distant, like she's a lifetime away. Something...something races through her eyes. Something heavier than she can carry. ]

Huh? [ She takes a look around for a moment, and something almost akin to a smile rises to her lips, though it's tight and humorless, and sour. ] Oh, I... Well, it...seemed natural. It was in my disposition, and...with my parents, I grew up...admiring the sort.