It's fine. I think I'm getting used to being misunderstood.

[ This, not aimed at him as Allison looked to a side with something a shrug. Like it was. Normal. Part and parcel with her life now. Not like this. Where just for the briefest of minutes she sounded like herself again, and never when it could be shared with the right people without the world falling apart even worse than it had before getting to this.

She didn't usually tell people, out there, that they had. ]

Though, I haven't met many of the insane ones, so I'll have to take your word on that.