"Mm." She re-settles herself, head tucked once again neatly against Ripley's shoulder, and tries not to focus too hard on where her skin feels suddenly cold with the absence. "I think you're right."

Teachers and officers and friends alike, so often rankling against her questions, no matter how innocent or important or otherwise. Not everyone, no, but enough.

A slow breath out. "I'm tempted to just camp it out. It's late and I'm— I'm tired. I'd probably trip and break my neck in the dark, with this thing on."