[Ryder's wondering if that's human and what that meant for her before all this enough that she's caught by surprise when he backtracks to her poem. Her laugh is half an exhale, amused, relieved, embarrassed. Maybe she can...believe it a little bit, since he ruled out the obvious outlier. Maybe he really believes it. All of it. Maybe...it's okay to at least feel this way, even if she's wrong to think about acting on it or wanting the same from him.]

Um. Anyway. [Ignore her! And how dumb she is!!] There's -- some time before we can -- do anything. A-about them, I mean. I don't think I can -- play anymore today, but we could -- stories, or if there's something fun I could do with you from here in the -- from here. Or, um, I don't know if you want -- to nap, or something...