[...........thanks for the wall of text giant speech, Chekov. She doesn't know where to even begin answering that.]

I'm sorry I'm not funny enough for you anymore. [She groans and rubs her hands over her face. She doesn't want to snap at him. She's tired of being angry.]

I just... things suck. And they've sucked for awhile. That's not exactly a secret. [Getting shot. Being tricked and going to prison. Losing all of her friends from home. Chekov knows about all of this. He's been a part of all of this.]