She steps off the train and into the Up and she's struck yet again by how clean and neat and rich everything is up here. The gross difference in situations is so striking. Even this is a little much for a girl who grew up in a small, quirky town in New Mexico.

"Months. A lot of months," she says, frowning as she answers only because she's trying to figure out where she is relative to where she wants to be. Finally, she picks a direction and heads in it.

"We're, ah, much closer now." She smirks faintly as she lifts up their joined hands like a demonstration of their relationship, like she's not simply holding onto him for comfort and dear life.

"Lot's changed, Guerin."