Oh, but silence was no good for a woman who frequently armoured herself with words and noise and commotion. Silence allowed too many thoughts to seep their way into too many cracks, like water wanting to find ground. Or maybe electricity. The crunch of her heels on gravel wasn't enough to ward off the first clumsy attempts to fill the empty spaces: "Was it worth it? Your movies for your mission? I never know what's worth buying with all my hard-labour..."