"She's six years older than me." Beth doesn't let herself think too much about the present or future of that answer; this is treading dangerously close to subjects she doesn't want to dwell on any more than the soldier she left in sickbay. She imagines Maggie at the prison instead, when things were better. Her chest aches anyway. "That's what big sisters do."

Did you have-- she wants to ask, but she's not sure that'll make this conversation any easier to carry on.