She hadn't expected that kind of admission, and the way it warms her a little surprises her, too. It's been a long time since she felt anything like it; since Finn gave up his first ration pack so she wouldn't starve, since he made the necklace she wears. The man in front of her is nothing like Finn, and she wonders what he'd think if he could see her now.

Maybe it doesn't matter.

She's about to tell him off for the lie when he does it himself, and that's new, too. She expected him to brush her off. Nobody she knows would be fine after what happened to him and it's more than understandable that he's not, either. She doesn't know how to help, exactly, but she thinks maybe the fact that he's stopped himself from lying about it at all is a good start.

"I'm figuring things out," she says slowly. A lot of things have happened recently and she's still trying to wrap her head around all of them, but she thinks she's doing okay. The bruises in the shape of Lincoln's fingers are gone, Demetrius is buried, and nobody she knows got badly hurt with the attack of the Hatchimals. It's hardly been a good month, but things are starting to recover. "Have you eaten?" If he's been shut away in here there's a good chance he hasn't, which isn't going to help at all.