Porrim definitely understands the feeling; all her sources of physical comfort have been whisked off to Thirteen or have quit their jobs in the Tower; lately she's been feeling lonely in a way she'd never admit to herself, let alone to someone she barely knows. But this is mutual, and if Porrim's honest, she's glad for company from just about anyone right now.

And maybe her and Temple are more like kindred spirits than she ever reckoned for.

"I know exactly what you mean." She covers her hand politely to giggle. "It's definitely something else." She's long been saying that wherever America is, they certainly know what they're doing. "Steroids or growth hormones, maybe."