Steph offers her a waterbottle, after taking a sip, and settles down in the grass beside the road. After a moment, she digs out a packet of chocolate biscuits, too, with a grin.

"Yeah... I know what you mean," she admits, breaking a biscuit up into smaller bits. "I do feel kind of guilty that I'm not -- like, travelling the world, saving lives, all that. But ... I just, I dunno. I was in this other world for nearly a year, and there wasn't anything to fight there. And ... I dunno."

She's not even sure why she isn't hurrying back out to fight the world. She just ... isn't.

It's confusing.