"You don't miss it until it's gone," she says quietly, having reached the measuring cup. "Isn't that what they say?" There is something she's supposed to be doing right now. What was it?
Oh. Yeah. Make popcorn and keep Flyboy out of trouble. Right.
She feels his hand on her shoulder, trying to give her some comfort, and she thinks that's really sweet of him.
"Nah, you're not prying," she says, and pours the kernels out of the bag, into the cup, then into the popper. "You're trying to help and that's... really nice." She turns to look up at him over her shoulder. "You must be a really cool guy to have on your team. Do you look out for the younger ones? I know I'm not terribly old, per se, but I've been a superhero since I was thirteen-and-a-half. I'm... a bit of a Den Mother, back home."
She plugs in the popper, sets the timer and turns to lean against the counter. "And there's sodas in the 'fridge, if that's okay..."