[No she's not, and she knows it- but she's gonna keep on keeping on. If he won't pry, she'll take the favor.

She finally smothers the butt of her cigarette against the bottom of her boot and flicks it off into the distance off-handedly, still not quite meeting his eyes.]

Not sure what you did back home, but it involved guns and enemies. Means it was war. People die in a war.

[She shrugs, finally forcing herself to look him in the eye, trying to keep the grimace off her face.]

Guessin' that happens with or without you.