[ It's a feeling that skims past her, like a cold fog, or like a strange muck of algae in dark water—something unpleasant, irritable, but pushed away without much thought. If Tadashi looks up, he'll see the question of it in her face, a light furrowing of her brow and a more intent stare, but the moment he provides a topic, her expression clears, the moment passed. ]

Jeez. I don't know... it's a lot of the usual chaos, you know? Things go boom, we try to fix things, we recoup. And with all this... the rest, it kinda pales in comparison.

[ It's been a hard few years for everyone, but it's a miserable time, recounting disaster after disaster. A person sticks around long enough and they go through enough of their own, and what's there to say but oh, that sucks, I'm sorry? She thinks, rolling back the months, the years, and— ]

Oh... yeah. There is something you should know. About Jaime.