Yeah, you be the voice in my ear for a change. [The joke is out before the weight of it settles, and after it, silence from her part. She doesn't want to bring back ugly memories, but the saddest truth is that she doesn't look back on any of the times they worked well as a team with sadness, or bitterness.

Idly, she brings her left arm down and scratches her thigh just above the brace, then rolls her window down too, to let the forest air circulate through the car.]

So we drive until there's no more road left, and then we walk around a bit. It's quiet here.