Rikki sighs softly, looks at her sidelong for a long moment, and then shrugs her shoulders in a loose, casual gesture that's starting to become a habit, like it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

"Yeah. We. Or me, anyway." She swallows hard, scrubbing awkwardly at her forehead with one hand. "And... I don't know. 'Cause saving someone's life, that's kind of the big, 'indebted for life' sort of deal. Bringing someone back from the dead is going above and beyond. And it's okay, it's just... not really fair to the rest of you who still had your own battles to fight."