[She's never been good at talking about herself, and she's always preferred listening to others talk about their lives, but if he really needs her to... She bites her lip, silent for a moment longer.]

I'm sorry, Zach. I just don't know what to talk about. [There's another quiet pause, shorter this time.]

I used to run a bar in Midgar called Seventh Heaven. I was helping my friend raise his daughter, Marlene, there. She's only four, but she's so smart and brave, and...

[She trails off, not sure if she's rambling about something he doesn't want to hear. She's so homesick, suddenly.]