She won't comment on whether or not it's daft. She didn't feel fit to. For a brief time, a year or so, Molly had been little better than homeless, but that had been by choice. All the same, she knew the value of a meal when you were hungry, and she had paid enough attention, when she finally went back to school, to understand that the past held situations a good deal more desperate than her own.

"Actually, I was thinking that it was amazing you were still alive and seem mostly sane," still soft, and with wry honesty. "Fighting that long can do things to people, and my history is spotty but I don't think you caught much of a break between wars."