"See... I can't really... think of an absolute line, considering what's at stake back home. And how little we know."

Though her hands tighten on the mug at the memory of Rags's hands working the soil, his face utterly empty. There'd been a line crossed, certainly.

"My friends here want me to focus on who I am outside of my responsibilities. Who I'd be if I didn't have any powers, or know the world's about to end."