Adora's left looking a little glum. She knows that Saturday is trying to cheer her up and she understands that things will probably get better, that this is just the start. They'll make it. She believes that (has to believe it), but she still feels down. Even out here, on a mission - although maybe especially out here, since she doesn't really want to be doing Jorgmund's dirty work. She sighs and adjust her pack.

"I guess. I'd rather be indifferent - hating takes up a lot of energy..."