"You were kind to me the day I showed up here," Carla Jean says, shoulders lifting in a shrug like that means a lot less than it actually does, though the look she shoots him, thoughtful, probably says enough on its own. It isn't something that can be overstated, how much that kindness meant to her after she'd lost the last thing she had left — her life — even if she didn't much act like it. "An' it's not like I have anythin' to be gettin' back to besides an empty apartment."