"I don't know if we ever will, when it feels like they're being stolen from under our nose," she complains, pinning her hands to her hips in irritation at this village, though not at Sam. "I suppose the good of it here is that while it's dangerous, it's not the sort of dangerous that keeps me up at night. I have allies, friends, I'm not starving," she lists. "It just feels as if I've put things on hold because I keep expecting to go home at some point."

After all, would she be acting the same way if she were in Los Angeles, still? She doesn't think so. "Now, look at you," she says, shaking her head. "Able to leap over buildings and canyons. Lucky we don't have an Olympics here, you'd clean up."