[Ringer gives him another look, genuinely surprised he didn't push the subject. She appreciates that, really, but there's a small part of her that would rather explain than have to deal with this conversation - or same facsimile thereof - at a later date. Too bad she doesn't believe in exposition without the questions to prompt it.

At his question, she shakes her head.] No. I hate everything about this place, but I don't know what else I'd do here. I want to go home to fight an un-winnable war with whichever of my friends aren't already dead. I don't want to go soft or get comfortable or enjoy my time.