Oh my god, Ned, why are you the cutest thin in the universe? Kenzi smiles, even laughing a little under her breath. "No, no it's fine. Not sad. I mean... Ive been here since day one-- that ... we know of. That's like almost three months? Lost track. Anyway, point is that talking about back home isn't sad." She turns that smile on him, letting her guard down just a little, "It kind of keeps me going. Thinking about them. Knowing I have people to get back to, it keeps me fighting."

She's only lost hope once. When she went home only to end up right back here. But that didn't last too long. She has Galen and Jesse to worry about here, along with a bunch of other people she cares about, and if she gives up, what the hell does that mean for them? Gotta stay positive and keep fighting.

"And how we met... she, um. She basically saved my life. Like full on super hero mode, busting the bad guy and everything. I was lifting wallets in some bar and made the serious rookie mistake of accepting a drink from some creeper. Long story short, I passed out somewhere around her ... handling the douchebag and carrying me home over her freakin' amazon shoulder." Wow, okay, maybe that was a lot of oversharing. Especially about her thief-tacular past. But she never tells anybody ever! It just kind of all slipped out.

Kenzi looks away, more than a little embarrassed. He already thinks she's a terrible roomie that swipes shit from his room, now she just admitted to thievery and hanging out in some seedy underbelly date-rape town with some kind of nympho, weapon-carrying roomie. No. No, wait. She's NOT embarrassed. She's proud! Since when the hell does Kenzi give a shit about what anyone thinks about her?

... Since she started living with really nice, super cool people apparently.