[ She approaches silently, respectfully, and sits on a driftwood log that's close enough to converse without getting her dress soaked. It's not like she has a massive wardrobe to go change into. Watching the waves, she chews the inside of her cheek for a moment, head bowing in thanks for the compliment. ]

I never knew there was anywhere else out there. What happens when the world dies? I thought I knew, thought Trips was the end, but then you saved us.

[ Y'know, before the whole "nuclear explosion" thing. ]