Hey, South is a fucked up bitch almost entirely through every bone and muscle and fiber of her being- but she's not so fucked up as to harp on an issue like that. Something you can't control, something you can only wrangle in the symptoms of or attempt to avoid. It's like a disease, an illness, it'd be like making fun of someone with cancer in her books.

Plus, she has some personal thoughts on it, personal history specifically. You don't play in the trenches of the UNSC with a bunch of other kids and not see at least a few turn to the bottle to quiet their demons. Then there's-

Nope. Different line of thought, change the channel, shut the door, fuck right off with that.

"Resting, of course." She does give a scoff at that, the hint of an almost teasing tone in her voice, "Here I thought you were brooding."