"Yeah, let's do that," Molly says with a nod, smiling over at him. It's a little relieving, honestly, that there are no further questions asked about it than that. The subject is one she's come to terms with somewhat since showing up here, especially for the knowledge that what she'd first thought happened actually didn't, but that doesn't mean it's at all pleasant to recount. Besides, even if she left names and details out of it, it would be a strange turn of conversation when she's just mentioned Stephen in a totally different light. She isn't angry that he capitalized on her death — fuck, if anything, she's grateful, certain that he'll make sure it wasn't for nothing — but it wouldn't sound good, she's sure. "I think I know what I want, how about you?"