Sunshine breathes in the faint, laundry-fresh smell of the cloth, facing away from Autor. She focuses more on breathing slowly and keeping herself from coughing than on the boy's indignation. The entire right side of her torso hurts like she's on fire.

Rather than argue, rather than even acknowledge Autor's rant, Sunshine occupies herself in making her way back towards what, for now, must be considered 'fine' simply on the merit that things haven't become suddenly worse.