Talking with Kurt has always been like a warm shower after a rough day. It doesn't heal the scars or the circumstances, but it's soothing all the same. It makes you feel like you can handle it.

Despite all of it - the gnawing heat in her belly, the knowledge that she's trapped in a place built to use her, the strangers milling around them - her shoulders ease, and her smile softens.

"That's the hope. I don't...well..."

It's been a while, is the thing, but she doesn't quite know how to say that to Kurt. As comfortable as it is, confiding in him, that's never exactly been an explicit topic.

"This isn't exactly how I want to start, if." If she can't avoid it entirely. A part of her desperately wants to ask how he's coped with the apparent quota.