The softshell nods sympathetically, though his expression wavers just slightly on those last words of hers. That 'if' really turns his stomach. He won't accept that. There's not going to be an 'if'. It has to be 'when' if nothing else.

Quietly packing away that sentiment, Donnie rolls his shoulders back in an effort to brush off some of the unexpected tension that one little thought had prompted.

"Anyway, yeah, exactly. Not so sure how well rebuilding is going but I guess things have been better than when people first got here. I mean, there's a hotel and electricity's been fixed and water runs... Diner's got food, um... Guess we've got actual doctors around now to set up actual hospital things. Did you get a tablet? It's got access to the basic things at least, maps, communication, a questionable information source but I'll let you see why for yourself."