[She thinks of it only after Lydia sits her down on the bed: the stupid filter on the comms. She probably overheard the conversation with Scott, and now she feels vaguely stupid.

Staring down at her hands, she loses her smile and shuts her eyes for a long, quiet moment. When she looks up again, the brightness has faded a little.]

He didn't say anything...but he had Kira back home, and me and Isaac...it wasn't hard to figure out.

[She takes a deep breath as her throat closes, and she shakes her head hard.]

I'm not upset. I'm...he deserves to be happy. I'd even love to meet her, you know? I want to know she's good for him. Because...I love him.

[She blinks hard, then rubs her eyes to make sure they stay dry.]

I can let go of him, but...I can't let go of that. And it just hurts. It's like...like an old scar. It flares up sometimes when the weather changes, and it hurts like hell. But then the weather clears, and you're fine. It's just...the weather changed. [She shrugs, trying to look sheepish...except her eyes are diamond bright again.] That's all.