[ Literal naming is convenient in that you'll always know what something's about, right?

It's a good question. What's her goal, here? She glances up, not quite skyward, since she won't fully take her eyes off him, but enough to show the bulk of her attention is again elsewhere, studying an atmosphere that has no answers for her, and never has. ]

I don't know. I want to say understanding what I can in order to dictate when I go home. Or be patient, and be sent back whenever I am.

[ She lifts her shoulders in a negligible shrug, one hand curling around the strap of her pack. There's only one other thing she can do to be still meeting her father's request. ]

Goals, then... Living. In whatever way's easiest, without being remarkable.

[ She's such an upper, really. ]