She looks at him with a furrow in her brow, a distant discomfort like she's hearing a memory. It'd be easy for her to chalk it up as naive, but, they are words that would come out of her mouth. There is always hope, it's what keeps her going—not for herself, but for the sake of everyone else.

Would that she could hide behind her visor. She does her best to keep a mask up without it but it threatens to crack under his determination. She looks away, sighs, makes a slight show of begrudged acceptance, smirking.

"So what's the plan little one? Send everyone back to their homes, or heal this world?"