"Yeah," she says, something of her curt manner fading into seriousness, "it is. And you work with what it gives you and you adjust, which I've been doing, but--"

Her pause isn't incredibly long, but it's noticeable.

"I was trying to make the point that, because I didn't plan for it, getting knocked up wasn't my fault." She shakes her head, hair falling into her face with the movement. "But that's shavit; it was my own damn fault. Don't know who else I could blame for it, really. 'Sides Rial."

She studies the hat for a moment, lost in thought, pressing her thumb against the five points of the red star, before looking up again.

"I'm not great company right now, Makita."

It's honest, quiet; rare unspoken apology.