[ His reply makes Sharon let out a short, bitter laugh, expression contorted between equal parts fear and anger. That. That was the cold, hard truth; the only truth they have in this moment and one she already knew deep down. ]

Faith isn't exactly one of my best qualities. [ She admits to him. She tightens her lips to control the weighted frown she can feel coming. Her nose and eyes sting like a warning. No, she has no faith and she can't survive on that alone.

She then turns her attention to the lights, suddenly desperate to quell the rise of sorrow and rage and fear. God, the lights would be really something if she were anywhere but here. Finally, she speaks up again, idly moving towards him and the edge of the building to get a better view. ] I'm Heather.

[ Her bright blue gaze rests again on him, voice tight, controlled. She doesn't want to think about this place anymore. ] I'm from this place called Earth. [ He didn't ask but she wants to change the conversation a little, maybe it'd be good for both of them. ] Some of our cities look like this, though I never really got to see them. Hell, one of our major cities is nicknamed 'The city that never sleeps' because it's always so bright.