[ It's on the tip of her tongue to comment that he looks like he's seen a ghost. He's not Eustace, however, so she's not going to be that mean, instead, she just lets go of the basket and then settles onto the bench next to him, shoulder to shoulder. People watching seems like a good way to pass the time, but that's clearly not what he was doing. She looks, nosy as always, and then her gaze flits back up to Beat's face. ]

Yep, all for you. It's thanks, y'know, for everything.

[ She's sure it was hard, still, coming back to all that carnage. She's almost thankful she wasn't awake to see the reactions; Eustace is already being put through the wringer, she's sure. ]

I was thinking today... I had to get out and see people. So, tell me something. What have you been up to?

[ Just keep talking, Beat. That's all she wants. ]