[ The hug - the physical closeness - is kind of nice, honestly. And Red doesn't pull away too much. She gudes Reira over to the bed she's using in the trailer and settles, giving her hand a little squeeze of reassurance. ]

I'd like to be home, sure. But I have no idea if I was home and don't remember it or if I was just... unconscious or something else.

[ Like a statue. Weird to think about, honestly. ]

Besides, there's a bunch of good people here who I'd feel bad about leaving behind, too. So damned if I do, damned if I don't. You'd like to be at home too, right? Not stuck here? We all deserve a hell of a lot better than this place.