[She squints up at Frank (she's all of five feet and three inches tall) while reaching to scratch the dog's (?) belly. She has short nails, that look bitten down and too small. Her thumbs are callused but it's really doubtful that Bruno cares.]

Ah, secretive. Those kinds are fun. I had that back home. They had all these nukes and technology but they kept it to their selves while we all starved to death.

[She knows she's talking too much, but it doesn't really matter. She spent enough time not telling anyone anything. She's desperate for someone to listen.]