She knows there's something, but survivors often carry so much silently and alone; she can't threaten a woman to back off and accept never knowing when she won't do the same herself, and it's been a survival tactic for a while now. Everyone has their own shit to carry. There's no space to add more.

So she just nods. "Yeah. Sometimes." Is it really that surprising? She breathes in, slow and shallow, and on the exhale says, "After - realignment. I only wanted to fuck strangers."

She's almost always down for a one night stand, the last thing she needs here is quota problems when it's so easy, but it had been different. Sharp toothed and angry.

"I didn't care if anyone hurt me or not. That was the point: they hadn't rattled me hard enough to make a difference. And this time, if they hurt me, I just hurt them right back. Easy."