Coming back to life meant she often felt disconnected from feelings and emotions. But not in the situation like this. She hadn't quite expected an answer like that. Sara could only imagine the rage she would feel had someone managed to take out her entire family. They had been targeted before, but she had managed to keep them safe. But to lose almost everyone and still remain what seemed like a decent person? That required an incredible strength. "It should be different. I think it helps that most of us seem to have some sort of exposure to what would be considered a guess a 'normal' human life. Whatever normal means. But so far Arva seems to be filtering out the assholes." She hoped it staid that way. If anyone started hunting others for being different, she wouldn't be opposed to taking them out.
Sara shrugged, still not totally bothered by the age. "I think parents are becoming parents at a later stage in life. In your thirties wouldn't be so different from a lot of people." People were focusing on careers first, from she could tell, and Sara was all for that. But everyone was different. "Probably both." she was still grinning, "I apparently have a talent for doing that. As for me, no waiting, because no kids." she said with a shake of her head. "I signed up to help build and support the community, just not through babies." She wouldn't even know what to do with that.
Sara looked behind her, scanning the ground until she found what she assumed was his attempt at a shelter. "Don't let me hold you up." she replied, clearly amused by the pile on the ground. "Don't give up either. You'll figure it out."