[Shaw doesn't answer immediately, instead using the time to finish off the last of her pancakes, suck her fingers clean of butter and syrup, and wipe them dry on her pants. Then she pulls off her hoodie and tosses it on the floor, scooting up close to Root in only her bra. It's skin-to-skin time.]

All that's dependent on luck, and I don't count on luck.

[Which almost certainly sounds harsher than she intends it to, so she adds:]

Nothing lasts forever, especially for people like me. You already died once. As far as I'm concerned, everything that happens after that... it's a bonus. And I'm grateful for whatever time we get.