Oh, I absolutely know that. I always have. Just... pride, I guess. Whatever of that I have left. [There's no discomfort in her tone at that. Just... acceptance.] I think... needing to be better for someone else helps.

[She finishes her au lait, twisting the top back on, and lightly tosses the bottle at the trash can next to the bench... which bounces off the rim twice and falls to the ground. Lisa watches with a snort, standing up to grab it and toss it in, not sitting back down after. She stretches with a soft groan, glancing at Nikki with a smile, if one a little less playful.]

My problems won't get any better by running away from them... [A pause.] Well. This specific problem won't get better unless I actively do something about it. That something... might look like running away, but it's gotta be something more than that.