Gotcha.

[ She needs to derail the conversation. Sasha was a big girl. Fiona didn't need to come in on some white stallion to save her. There's worry - enough worry - but they both trust one another to stay alive. It's what they were best at. And whoop there goes that towel. Oh god, don't get stuffy. Don't make this some cold-but-still-stuffy tent. Those suck. ]

Hey, there's worse things to be stuck hearing at night. You could use some condescending bullshit, toughens you up.