I wouldn't still be here if I wasn't, no matter how much I like you.

[there's a lot more truth in this statement than Hazel probably realizes. ever since she'd been resurrected, her reaction to any problem that personally involved her was to run. she can't even deal with herself - how the hell was she supposed to grapple with something else thrown on top of that? it was easier to just keep running.

her smile quiets down a little, and although there's still a healthy amount of playfulness around the edges she gives a more sincere answer now.]

No, this is nice. Everyone's just hanging out and being stupid, you don't have to worry about anything worse than sand in your swim trunks. It's...normal.