The excitement at being able to speak his mind is not lost on Jane.
A brow is quirked at his preamble - as much as she considers Dwight a friend, and values his uncanny ability to rally people just as much as everyone else, she is one of the first to tell him that he's often too kind, too patient. That the others are adults who, no matter what he urges them to do, can and will make their own decisions, and deal with the fallout when their decisions are stupid.
She doesn't say any of this though, opting for a noncommittal hum instead. She supposes she understands his view, after all, even when she knows first-hand how the negative can inspire oneself to claw their way to success. She has to remind herself, sometimes, that it's different here.
She didn't smoke before all of this - harmful to the vocal cords, alongside everything else, and didn't you know it ages you terribly, Jane, and other anecdotes conspiratorially given by people she barely remembers - but she takes the offered cigarette with little hesitation, allowing Dwight to light it wordlessly as he rants. It's laughably mundane for the situation they're in, being able to just sit and gossip, for lack of a better word, and the feeling it brings her is one of warmth, despite everything.
“ If there was, you could probably guess, “ it's not false - part of having such a beautifully diverse group of people, taken from different walks of life, countries, time periods or even universes if they're to be believed, ( potentially, she adds - despite everything, she's still unsure if she believes what the more mystical survivors tote ) is that their minds, their strategies for survival, are all wildly different. Some consider themselves altruists, Dwight definitely among them, although Jane worries that he sees himself more as a martyr at this point. Others take the opposite approach, prioritizing themselves over all else and throwing their peers - friends, even - under the rug when they sense the slightest part of danger. Jane finds both of these tactics equally frustrating at times, but it's not like she's a perfect balance either, ” …but no, not one in specific. "
“ It's more like… everythings just been one fuck-up after another. If it's not someone else, it's me, or it's just bad luck. ” The dam has broke, if only just a little. There are times where Jane feels like maybe, things are in their favour. That they've gotten the hang of whatever they're here to do, that they're winning. And then the rug gets pulled, and she's harshly reminded of how easy it is to fall back to where she was - where they all were - when they got here.
