I'm okay now... I'm okay. [She repeats it only because there's nothing else she can say right now. The whys and hows and whos can't be said now, because she's too full from seeing Booker again. She'd wanted to see him at the end, she'd wanted to slip away with him holding her hand and telling her she did the right thing, that he was proud of her. But she'd made it through, smiling at Sally until everything had gone dark, and feeling so sure of her choice as she slipped away.]

All of my injuries are gone, I'm just still-- I'm still filthy, that's all. Don't worry, I'm okay.

[She fists her hands in the back of Booker's shirt and continues to shake.]