"We'd shoot up asteroids. Or there was a shooting range on the-- the ship, for handguns. I'm not supposed to tell anyone anything but I'm not going to do what he says any more!" she said, staring at her next bite.

"I don't care any more," she declared, shoving it down her throat. "My head hurts from trying to find him and I'm tired and if he wants to get himself killed wherever he is, that's not my problem!" She did care, which just made her angry that she cared-- it was just that he had gone back to their world and she hadn't, that was all. Nothing to do with the fact she'd almost started getting along-- no, getting accustomed to him. It wasn't that at all.