Yeah, well... hope we do. No other choice, is there?

[ Not just to her own predicament, but his. Like she's talking about both sides, like she's sure he gets it and has to push forward, too. ]

Ha, guess like drawn to like, huh? [ But it's sweeter in a way, not just empathetic or understanding or even friendly. She figures they probably understand each other a little bit more now. ] All we can do is try to get back and do some clean-up duty. Seem like the kinda guy that manages, even if it means going through hell. Something I can relate to, but I figure you know that by now. Some people are just shit, aren't they.