[ Oh... shit. Fuck. She gets to her feet and then stands there awkwardly holding her beer, not sure if she should try to approach Chloe or not. She knows when she was that age (and let's be real, even today) she'd probably try to punch anyone who got too close to her in a situation like this. ]

Hey... no, listen. It's not just you. I swear it's not. [ She sets her beer down on the table and takes a step forward. ] Yeah, I'm alive. But there are other imPorts who are... at home, they're. [ You know. Dead. ]