Julia closed her eyes and rested her head on her knees for a moment. She looked up at him. "I was talking about us." She took a sip of the coffee and savored the taste before she continued. "Ever since we came here, things have been so crazy, with my searching for Sarah, family calling, my operation, and the raiders attacking." She took another sip to gain courage - tempted to just let it go. To enjoy a life with him and Mirabelle and look the other way when he killed someone. "But I can't continue like this," she said softly.
"Like what?"
"I left my family because my own father killed the president of my country."
He turned slightly, almost relaxing his military posture to face her. "Your father's actions do not concern us."