Always were the responsible one.

[a beat]

Lots of bars and crappy jumpsuits. And some really funky meatloaf from the cafeteria. ...Maybe I should be hopin' this is food poisoning.

[there's a slight edge of babble to her words. She took a few steps towards the journal, ready to pick it up, and then backed off again. Pacing. She'd get there. She just...needed a few more minutes]