[She winces when he says that, and knows he doesn't actually mean for it to sound the way it did. It hurts her feelings though, and she feels her cheeks turning red as she tries to laugh it off. But after spending her entire life having her every idea shot down, be called stupid, or completely ignored? She's finding it hard to do it convincingly.]

No, you're right. There isn't a lot of room for helping people when you can't even help yourself.

[Both of her hands idly fidget with her can of Coke, and she glances over at him with a half-smile.]

You make me happy.

[And that she genuinely means. She leans in to kiss his jaw before cracking her can open to pour in her glass.]

I'll find what my purpose is and what I'm supposed to do when we actually get to California. There isn't any point in thinking about it now. We've got bigger things to worry about.