[ she can't help but be touched by the crowd's warming up to her and molly. thanks to her life and her world, zita is unused to acceptance of strangers and for it to be displayed so openly. she's learned to live her by herself for so long and learned to live as if it's better to have one's back to their wall that that these sort of moments are a surprise.

a surprise she won't complain about, of course.

while the pair make their way to the empty booth, sometimes stopped by a person or two who wish to give their quiet thanks for keeping the peace, zita takes the chance to tell molly something important: ]

I'm glad that was settled. They were the last of the groups who still squabbling after- [ she's unsure of how to address the councilwoman's death. she has no interest in fanning the flames again so she opts to be diplomatic. ] -after everything that happened.

The young man who left- He was determined to start something for some reason. [ she almost wants to ask why that's the case and she is quick to stop herself from wondering and wandering down that path.

no need to dwell on that. it'll only leave her morose. he reminds her too much of the type of individuals she met back in her world and when she was with the carnival. ]

I can only hope he can find a better way to past his time. Like being with friends. [ here, she gives molly a grateful smile. ] Good ones, especially. They can help turn the tide in everything.