It really was comforting but it just wasn't quite enough. She could recall her mother doing similar things but it just seemed so long ago. Maybe she could go back to working in the factory... Maybe her parents had their apartment collapse in on them and she never knew. This ship was just bring up so many strange thoughts.
Phoenix shook her head, "I don't know. I haven't spoken to them in years. I didn't mean to not write or call, I just kind of... forgot." Oh gods, how could she have just forgotten?! Maybe there really was something wrong with her.
She snorted at his assessment of her and rolled her eyes a little, "I'm a bad person. I've broken into stranger's houses just for a place to have sex. I've stolen... I've done all sorts of things." Maybe that was why she was destined to burn over and over again. There were a lot of maybes.
"It's probably nearly dinner service... You wanna go nom something?"