She sat there, calmly, waiting. The choking sobs faded, and all that was left was Reno, breathing deeply. But no less wrapped in his own pain and guilt and whatever else was swimming through his brain.

She couldn't figure out what to say first.

"You didn't ... grow up there, did you?" she asked, her arms still around him. "Sector seven."

He grew up under the plate. He'd said so himself.