She was fairly disconnected from the conversation at this point, caught up in her own thoughts... but she shot him a sardonic look, tempered by a smile that was more triumphant than she'd meant it to be.

She'd say, I don't intend to die. But that wouldn't change anything. He clearly had something in his past that he was talking to as much as he was her. So instead, she gestured with her free hand to the train, parked further up the beach like some great, slumbering wyrm.

"Then it's a good thing they won't let us die, isn't it?"

It wasn't the final word, not by a long shot. But it did make her suddenly, inexplicably tired. She gestured, a whatever, murmured some words of parting, and headed into the crowds.