[Her voice is muffled, face burrowing in against his side.] Thanks.
[She'd ordinarily lay awake thinking it over, the idea of them being the last two in the dome. That she's the last living person there, which feels ironically claustrophobic for having so much space to herself. But she doesn't lay fretting, she drifts fast and quick into a sleep not unsuited to her partner, fit for the dead. She doesn't even stir when a rumbling of static blares from the center island of the dome, nor the high pitched screech of the PA system after that. She barely moves, in fact.]