"No," she chuckles in agreement, both hands curled around the handle of her bucket. "No, you certainly don't. I can't help but think on all the things I would have missed out on, had the door here never appeared."

There's a hint in her voice, though she elaborates to include more the science and technology aspect of her 'new education.'

"My children are going to learn and experience so much in the coming years. Things about space and flight and automobiles... breakfast cereals," she smirks, though there's a soft sadness in her eyes thinking on her children back in Green Lake.

When he's finished filling his own bucket, she steps out of the room to grab her coat again, shrugging it back onto her shoulders. Though, she doesn't bother with buttoning it, or pulling the scarf back around her neck.