[with a slight falter:] O-of course! Of course... [anxiously, her grip on the rail relaxes, then tightens again after drumming her fingers a bit.]

Only... I guess...

I don't think they miss me. Or...would, if they knew.

[a beat.

hastily shaking her head:] But that's an...entirely different conversation, isn't it? Gods, and, like. A miserable one at that. So let's not go there. Sorry. Look--I--

[she looks up, stuck for words for a moment.]

...Sorry. For being nosy. I'll stop.