[ She sits down carefully in the dirt next to him, leaned up against the tree's trunk. It's funny; she's already starting to get a sense of him, she thinks, despite the halting and tangential nature of their conversation.

She can't help but smile a little. ]

I'm okay. It's... changes. [ She briefly considers leaving it at that. ] The Fog... She has to get all the nanites out of me, I guess.

I'm from Japan, on Earth. What about you?