That depends. If I'm looking to get so drunk I can't walk, turpentine does suit the job, doesn't it?

[She hasn't had that many low points, though, lucky her. Tea usually does the trick and when it hasn't, she's had enough good whiskey stored away that she rations like she's back in the war. When he mentions Schmidt, she feels her jaw tighten, not having thought of that awful man in some time.]

I've been here for two years. In that time, we haven't been able to find answers, but now, this seems like something. I hate feeling like this is us being led along, but....

[She gives Steve a wary look, hoping he understands her trepidation.]

Steve, what if we were supposed to find all this? What if we didn't actually do anything other than follow more breadcrumbs?