"Well, you know, I don't want to box myself in. Maybe next week I'll end up bored enough that an existential crisis sounds fun and exciting." There's a thread of humor in her voice to go along with the smile that's audible as well. Honestly, this is...manageable. For now. She's adaptable. You have to be, to survive places like this.

"Think I could find some to share. You want an arm, or would you rather wait here with the corn?"