( Somehow — somehow — her tone is not hideously flippant, it's just as casual as she can make it when her hand feels like it is being held in a pit of coals. )

I don't know, maybe I'm being blindly optimistic trying to climb a mountain. I could fall to my death, or get lost, or I could get eaten by a bear.

( She is not being entirely reasonable, but she is trying to be... well, the optimist. Sort of. Unseen, she scrunches up her face as she runs that back through her head. )

That didn't make any sense.