"'s what Kenny Rogers was singing about, right?" She adopted a bit of a lilt to her voice, like she wanted to entertain NP but also felt a little embarrassed to put her whole chest into it. "Know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, when to walk away, know when to run," she said, and continued amelodically from there.

"That's gotta be the reason you've made it this far. You must be good at gambling." Another joke for her. "But like, hey. I know you wanna help out and everything, but promise me you're gonna head home and get some rest after all this, okay?" And she seemed legitimately concerned about things once again, as though that was something hard for her to manage. "We've all been through a lot. Remember to be good to yourself, too."