Wrath shakes her head, fingers trailing over the window. "Seen one, seen them all. How can you even say that?"

She swallows hard. "The universe is so much bigger than any one of us. Than one stupid city that's too chickenshit to look at the sky." She rests her forehead against the glass then turns enough to see him.

There are tears glittering in her eyes. She doesn't care. "And in all this--I'm standing here and talking to you. Whoever the fuck you are. Somehow we're here, and the stars are out there and nothing matters, except everything matters because this moment--this moment happened. Is happening."

She sniffs, wipes her nose on the armored back of her hand. She's not making any sense and she knows it, but how can you describe a feeling like this with something as inadequate as words? Let alone to just... some guy who no doubt wishes he were anywhere else but here, stuck with the emotional mess. "Never mind."

But she stays leaning against the window a moment longer, breathing as deeply as she can over the ache in her side.