[She's quiet while Yasha speaks, offering her a little shrug in return.]

You didn't pick it. Even if I thought you might have.

[They're thinking the same thing, in the end, hung on the same worry they won't speak. Beau crosses her arms, daring a glance Yasha's way.]

It's just a lot of bullshit. To have been around everybody and suddenly just have it be me n' Molly.