Joanna only manages to meet Garrot's eye contact for a second or so, before glancing away and biting her lip. This is so much more emphatic, sincere, and... almost hateful a sentiment than she expected of such a kindly man. But, of course, it's rooted in pain. She has to be patient.

There's so much she needs to not say, here, and she folds her hands together to help her remember. Stay small, stay quiet, and - because it's so important to not isolate oneself - stay helpful. Modest service and politely expressing appreciation for the 'good fortune' that worldwide war hasn't returned are things that... usually never go awry.

"W-Well. I suppose that's all true," Joanna finally concedes, glancing up towards Garrot before looking towards the beachfront buildings. She isn't sure what her face is showing, but she's trying to smile positively. "All the more important for us to be getting back, then, and preparing for our part in bringing her down this year. And, maybe, along the way, we'll find something the other years... haven't."

She hopes not, unless it's something to change the nature of people enough that none of them continue killing people.