[Jan's laid her hand carefully on Rosa's shoulder, aware that she likes contact, that it makes her feel more settled in her strange new-to-her humanish body. she's not sure what contact will do to make the natives' story sound better, though. this is fucking... bleak.]

Well... I'm depressed now, how about you?

[her voice is gentle and light, making it not-quite a joke, but her eyes are serious over her faint smile. they're steady on Rosa's face.]