Pepper hasn't been away from home for that long, but she misses her dad more than she can describe. The frame she picked up contains a picture of Pepper and her father, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders with silly grins on their faces. There's an ease between them, a comfort visible even in the photograph, that she wishes she could wrap around herself like a blanket.

"What?" Pepper had almost forgotten where she was, and that Aya was with her. "Oh, no, not really. It's... I don't know why this is even here." She turns the frame so Aya can see it. There are tremors in her voice. "That's- that's my dad."