[ She nods, slowly. Her hands clench behind her back, fingernails picking at raw scars from a few weeks ago -- an involuntary reaction to a stressful situation. ]

I understand.

[ And she knows that thanks to the game, nothing did happen. She never even existed. ]

It's okay.

[ No, it's not, but she feels the trickle of blood as she picks at her cuticles and decides to busy herself with running behind the counter to grab a rag and clean up the water. Jade wipes at her eyes -- no she is not going to cry in front of him. She refuses. ]

I mean, we are very alive here, and not dead at all. So it's okay. I'm alive, and you're an orange...um. [ She gives him a brief look before turning her eyes to the spill, attempting to glare a hole through the floor. ] An orange thing.