"Good," she echoes, and she means it. Still, it turns something in her chest or her guts, and she can't quite place it. It's, again, either the stupid fight with Josh or the fact that she hardly knows anyone here, or-- Anyway. That's all stupid. It doesn't matter. David matters.

She leans back, shoulders against the wall, and takes a drink, crushing a bit bit of ice in her teeth idly. It gives her a moment to try and think of something better to say.

"It's already worth preserving, then."