[ she notices the slump, but files it away for something to deal with later. of course her first thought isn't that he's lying to her, but that maybe she overstepped in saying it at all. maybe there's more to the story he hasn't quite got to yet. she doesn't blame him - from what he's told her, there is enough that happens, but he doesn't do it. he doesn't perform it. they make it out.

he's okay.

so she pulls herself back together. riza hawkeye is a soldier, if nothing else, and once she can catch her feet on something solid she can push herself back up. if that something solid happens to be roy's hand at her wrist. ]

And the city is safe? [ because really, when it comes to immediate goals, that had been a big part of her's. roy's vision extends for years, centuries, history books that will state the years and political happenings and chances that they had. she is not surprised to hear that his goal hasn't yet been achieved. but if they were able to keep millions of people from an untimely death, she considers that a win.

which is why she is smiling before he even answers, knowing for herself that it's true. they made it. a hail mary, successful in the end. she watches his eyes move, watches them wander, and she's brought back to the here. now. ]

Oh. [ her eyes fall back to her body, like she'd forgotten her current state of existence. at the realization of it, her body seems to fade a little more, in and out of solid mass. ] No one seems to have any idea what's happening, either. They said the g-ghosts are new. [ she stutters for a half-second over the word, but pushes forward anyway. ] But most of them don't speak, or can't.