"...yeah, some things... can't be fixed. Or undone. But if you can't do anything, then... you just can't. Over-thinking it won't help." She had to figure that out pretty quickly, herself.

She fidgets with the zipper on her sweater and stares at her hands, then looks up at him again. "What do you mean, 'like this'?" Worst-case scenario, she's concerned he might just mean being alive at all, but she hopes that's not it.