She's disillusioned and probably dead. [At first she doesn't understand what he's asking for, and when it clicks she reaches over into her bedside drawer, temporary bracing on one of his knees to make the reach, so she can hand it to him. There's no password on it right now, which was why it had been somewhere no one would really think to look unless they were being suspicious.]

Now there's just the girl that's going to have a cool apartment and a corgi and drink tea every morning. I hope you end up liking her better than an idiotic little kid.

[And she'll figure out the rest as it goes along. Keep trying to find the right person while having fun, that sounded like a good plan right now.

... What does he want her phone for, though?]