"Wouldn't work? Contamination problems?" She realizes she knows even less than she did before coming into this place. No, that's not right, she knows more, it's just that she has more questions. But the bits about not being able to breed make sense in a way, answering a question about the nature of contamination that she had never thought to ask.

She wants to comfort Mike, so she tries to repeat the gesture her friend Lincoln did for her. She reaches out and grabs his arm just below his elbow and gives it a squeeze.

"I bet it will work out," she says, decidedly. "Believe in the good, and that's what you'll get." She laughs because this goofy, happy-go-lucky guy hardly seems to need that advice.