[ Gray is already fatigued by this conversation. She wasn't built for witty banter and double-meanings. She is but a simple country girl thrown into a den of assholes. But since this conversation clearly isn't going away (she can feel Caren's expectation in the air)(and more importantly, there's no avenue of escape), she attempts to gather her modest wits about her. ]

I'd like for all of us to get through this safely. Whether Miss Yima or Mr. Cyrus is right, I don't know... but in a way, I feel like Shard-Bearers are the closest thing I have to a people now.

[ Especially with her actual people dead to her in spirit with how much they wanted to murder her. ]

Even if we disagree, we're all in the same situation. We arrived here with the same grief, and we're all working for what we hope is a happy future.