He ears picked up a little as he invited her over and she settled down on the blanket, folding her legs beneath her and smoothing her dress out once she was all settled in. After tossing pebbles into the river, well, weird colored shirts against weird colored skin just reminded her an awful lot of home. Yondu may not be purple, may not be eight fulms tall, but there was comfort in the lack of attention to fashion, comfort in their differences.

"Oh, well, someone had to keep an eye on the kids, you know?" She smiled to him. It doesn't quite meet her eyes as she remembers Rich and how he was acting, but it was okay. "I'm okay. I got through it, and you got through it, and... I think we did it, right?" She looked up to him.

"We saved them? There was so much going on and at some point I kinda lost track..." She wasn't so good at acting and on the train she had been a little withdrawn, which was unusual for her. Even now her smiles didn't quite reach her eyes, she was less bubbly than her normal. Between Rich, how rough the mission was, and now the ability to send messages home without knowing they got there or without a response...